Your porcelain hand in mine
At least I thought it was
A dance sweeter than wine
Steps above broken glass
Finally, I walk away
But blood drips from my wound
Atop thorns I now lay
Deep beneath the desert dune
My heart, my acts betray
Lost, confused and mortified
My faults remain to remind
That I’ve hurt, scarred and lied
Redemption, I hope to find
