Me plus Elohim.

There’s a whisper

beneath my skull

But above

The brain

And it harbors

Every little 

Pin of pain,

Pricking in

And sticking

Out.

I used to think

All love

Songs

Were the end

Of it.

That everything 

Would tie up

Bow tight,

Because 

I belonged 

To Elohim,

And He 

To me

But then 

The dark

Comes. 

Sometimes.

And the shadow

Calls.

Sometimes.

But every time,

That whisper

Above brain,

Below bone,

And I know,

I am 

forever

And always

His.