What if I begged —
What if, in the space between your hand and mine, there was a world burning.
You have everything there, don't you?
What am I to you?
Something between David and Judas — something between a saviour and your damnation.
This isn't as biblical as I delude myself to think.
Your bones broke apart when you were 12, my muscles fell off when I was 16.
I think if there was a world burning in the space between our hands, you would smile.
You would say something profound that makes me wonder if religion wasn't just someone loving someone else to the point of invention.
I want you to take my bones from me, and maybe then, you would dance again.

- a.a.j