Bauk Baboli

I loved a Carpenter

Just then, I came to be,
Took root at the crux of your armor.
By gentle efforts I had came to be
Your armor let down for me.

Motivated by desire,
You stretched forward and
Grasped upon the fruit, your greedy claws
Outstretched, as you were, I found you

But you never knew me,
Not loved, as I did you.
You were there for the candy,
But for me, well I was here for you.

I had every inch I could.
I stretched, and I felt, and I poured into
And you became less, as I crept
Upon the weave of your muscle

You were made less,
and you were then gone.
You who had came for the fruit
And Me, now widowed and to be

So I took us, as high as we could be
So that more of you could see you and I
I'll show them what is love,
And make you a martyr for what it means for us to be.