the black figure of my body above your window as you re dreamin i came to wake you and take you up north the yard was wet the heavens forget the way things are seemin for us who must stumble in yards dark as horses your dream went like this john the baptist came back vapor veiled with grand expectations for what he had started and you couldn t resist you gave him the gist about how things failed and how all but one fire heart had departed and that you were her and you were sure that you had the blood that you had the blood that all is made of and that is alright that is alright i can t think of a better dove to carry the blood the canal was bright its innards ignite when moon stretches tight to show the cargo the floating is gliding the edges are dark it s channeled by bark it carries the mark of every speckle of guilt i was hiding the bathroom does taste of menstruation chasing night musk through window screen like wounded doves all pretty things bleed like my highway dream judas redeemed for the one kiss he rode on our spirits ride canals and never in deeds deeds do go and deeds do not carry the blood carry the blood that all is made of carry it right all through the night till you see what we are of a dove that carries the blood