Scalpels and Saints

in elixir bending / we flail and we grasp
twisting and fusing / the arms clasp
the most familiar of strangers / the shock in your touch
an intuition on your breath / the shelter in your clutch

there's sordid pasts / betrayal and deceit
and snarling secrets, but we could deny the defeat
of succumbing to callous / of abandonment's threat
of viral analysis / and guilt's unpaid debt

to live and love with a reckless fury
to trust without restraint
to throw ourselves willing to the mercy
of scalpels and saints

the bounty of your voice / steady echo reply
the surging candid pull / the empathetic eye
Monday morning mattress / clinging on for life
with severance impending we go under the knife
impatiently waiting with my newfound shine
entangled exposed / nervously defined

to live and love with a reckless fury
to trust without restraint
to throw ourselves willing to the mercy
of scalpels and saints