The Fact of a Seraph

You come to me in pieces, dark eyes full with sleep
You come to me in pieces and full with drink
Just take your hands from your mouth and give them to me
I've pulled the light from the room and wrapped it around you
We'll shut the windows that make the sounds
Shut the windows to keep them out
Nothing outside
Nothing outside is mine, so
Nothing outside can harm me, this is fine
The angels still protect me; they don't show much anymore
Except for you in the form of a beautiful thing
Watching me
You pulled the blue from the room and wrapped it around me
You're busy crossing streets
I'm mourning something sweet that hasn't left
But hasn't come back yet
There is an egg, the egg is round
There is a need to send myself down
With sweat
And breath
And folds in my brow