Place your hands upon me
like a big tent preacher
and with a whisper
heal all that aches
inside.
Put your lips upon my
forehead and glance your
eyes to the sky,
tell me that I’ll walk
again and tell me
I can fly.
Hold me like a revival
and shake the demons
from my skin,
touch me like a fever
and kiss me like
a sin.
~Tyler Knott Gregson
Poly Nirvana 