Prayer

I've left my body in the temple,
hands
made hungry beasts,
mind-fever basking
lapping at a mirage
of what was,
is now dehydrated
by Sun's lashes,
where rain no longer traps
love in a glasshouse,
fingers and eyes and souls bound
and I
ponder too much if I've done
enough,
laid myself too bare,
shared too shallowly
together,
hollowing the lives of us,
turned out all the lights,
moved
within chambers
of distilled
emotion
between gone people
and if you call
I'd unlock -
but you're stubborn,
as am I.
We were told,
it was foreshadowed
in our hardened horns,
in the space we built.