Tell me of ancient love and the connections we encounter,
the way you fall full-circle, stumbling into my life and out the other side.
A scratched record that tried
to squeeze into a digital world.
I’m seeing you adorned with gold and thorns,
darling pharaoh, sacrificial lamb.
The marks down your back ask me to come dancing again.
You’re my favorite song.
We’re racing and tracing our veins,
back to the remains of what we were told
we were meant for.
This is your destiny, can’t you taste it?
Didn’t you say that nothing ever comes without a price?