Caves
Adrian Orange
Our hearts in caves
Like hands in gloves
Nothing will touch
Or be touched
Like hands on drums
Or eyes in dark
Our hearts beat in
Caves and moments
Yet still, they're stars
Or holes in cloth
Our hearts are hidden by
Not lost
Our souls in caves
Like air in lungs
They come and go
Knowing it all
We walk our streets
The world (?) our street
Empty then full
The moon and sky
No nails could hold
The whipping wind
So our souls don't
Join in our sins
