Psalms in the Dirt

I wore white just once, it didn’t stay Blood on my hem from the games I play Moon through the pine like a slit-eye stare You knelt by my waist, said a sinner’s prayer I bent for him like the devil decreed You called it a blessing, felt like a need I got psalms in the dirt, knees gone red Didn’t whisper no prayer, just took you instead Take me down in the hush of pine Say my name like it ain’t quite mine Ain’t no cross where we dared to be But I held him close like a rosary He marked me deep like Ash Wednesday Cross on my skin that won’t fade away No altar left, no pew to kneel Just the ache of a ghost I still feel We said no, meant it, too But there ain’t no heaven without you Don’t you beg now, don’t you pray Hell’s a bed we made today Take me down in the hush of pine Say my name like it ain’t quite mine Ain’t no cross where we dared to be But I held him close like a rosary If I don’t burn for this, ain’t no hell worth havin’.