Dirt Prayer

I want time-texture and tears
and the smell of brick-rain
I crave the ache of becoming
And then dying again

We jump and dodge life, 
Like our shadow,
It dances in the flames
And follows our fast feet

Let's dive into its mud
Squelch it beneath our toes
Light is a poor robe
It cannot fill our belly pain


Let's give our hearts
The feel of worn leather
Breath deep its stories
And welcome the fingerprints
left by a thousand loves