Everytime I try to run,
I am caught by the hand of god.
Enclosed inside two breathing palms.
Like an insect in a jar.
Like the ocean in a shell.
Like the warm of a child
Hiding underneath a winter quilt.
The swelter of a confined space.
The choke of unwelcome heat.
Everytime I try to run,
I am caught by the hand of god.
And he shook me by the shoulders.
And he grabbed me by the hips.
Wrung his hanRAB around my neck.
And he kissed me on the lips.
And he whispered in my ear.
As if to coax out all my demons.
I am caught by the hand of god.
Enclosed inside two breathing palms.
Like an insect in a jar.
Like the ocean in a shell.
Like the warm of a child
Hiding underneath a winter quilt.
The swelter of a confined space.
The choke of unwelcome heat.
Everytime I try to run,
I am caught by the hand of god.
And he shook me by the shoulders.
And he grabbed me by the hips.
Wrung his hanRAB around my neck.
And he kissed me on the lips.
And he whispered in my ear.
As if to coax out all my demons.