You Wanted Me
Almost Weightless
A Silver Smile
In Candlelight
Not A Woman
Not A Body
Just A Shape
Of Softened White
I Was Floating Air
That Is What You Saw
A Perfect Little Silence
With No Hunger
And No Law
I Was Floating Air
Easy To Adore
But Behind The Light
There Was A Locked Door
Stay
Behind The Face
There Was Absence
Behind The Dress
A Quiet Fall
A Body Leaving
Its Own Body
A Child Not Reached
At All
Do Not Praise
How Light I Seem
I Was Not Light
I Was Away
Do Not Love
The Empty Room
And Call It Grace
When I Could Not Stay
I Was Floating Air
That Is What You Made
A Filigree Smile
Where The Wound Was Laid
I Was Floating Air
But I Needed Ground
Now I Touch My Body
And I Hear
The Sound
Not Air
Not Yours
I Am Here
