Night puts kohl around the room Blue smoke curls like temple bloom Bassline moves beneath my skin Old silk doors keep letting in Hands of rhythm, dark and slow Teach my restless blood to glow Every silence bends in gold Every secret turns to hold Turn me through the hidden fire Name the pulse beneath desire Let the body learn the art Of a drum inside the heart I was made of borrowed light Half in hunger, half in night Then your echo touched the floor And the walls were walls no more Low moon leaning on the glass Watching all the old selves pass One by one they loose their claim One by one I lose my name Turn me through the hidden fire Name the pulse beneath desire Let the body learn the art Of a drum inside the heart Is it prayer or is it heat When grief begins to move its feet When the dark no longer pleads Only plants a thousand seeds I have worn a quieter face I have knelt to smaller grace Now the river in my chest Will not let itself be less Turn me through the hidden fire Name the pulse beneath desire Let the body learn the art Of a drum inside the heart So if dawn comes red and wild Find me changed but still your child Voice of ash and thread and spark Singing light out of the dark © Dreaminbminor 2026
