For the Lovers

For deserving this place
open your days
with light in the hand
Seek the stream
of pureness
Follow through
through the orchard
of broken hearts
the water’s there red
but true and kind

In that place
where lovers lie
the lies will die

Maybe you’ve read
lovers make beds
with lips painted red
souls soaked in blue

But this is true
red roses gathered at tombstones
put on the heart
make the heart blossom

Lovers stroll at burial grounds
behind iron gates
kissing their wounds
tangling their fates.

Let them be bleeding.
Let them be blessed.