There is a time to mourn
a time to dance 
and we dance naked

The ballad of dead things has played
it's final notes
we leave it buried
somewhere between the street and the door
the same with our clothes

Here, in this sanctuary, we sway
our chests meet to house one heart beating
in skin and free
our feet step together a silent rhythm
toes lightly gripping the carpet
no one leads, we both follow
we sway, we sway, we sway
two regal men in the song of God's kingdom

-	R.R. Tavárez