The Bluest Blade (Foucault Jeffrey)

Thrown up against the dying end of heaven Beating with the zero of my blood Home to see my baby coming home Falling like a stone or like a dove Hard as any stone brought down in wishes Bright as any flower made to bloom and blaze and Falling to the ground like China dishes Our love is only teaching us to fall Chorus: And I fall to you Down from here Like a shadow thrown Love the bluest blade Cuts deepest from the dark Of all we own Balanced on a sliver shot through the blacking Hung up as if by God's unreckoned string Brave enough for leaving brave enough For coming home with what my tiny heart can bring And I kissed onto the concrete from out of dreaming Pulled the ground against me like a shroud Fevered as a child my body burning Burning just to lay your body down Chorus