“Rock Stars” by Jack Kimball

We hold your walls of sound to our breast;
like liquid mercury,
we together dance in this life's quest;
in holy sanctity.

You,
in your temporal wall of sound,
like jealous roadies,
smirk at our desire mortal bound
and like trash collecting coyotes,
pick at our discarded love,
and never care who was at the concert of. 

And yet,
You, in your eternal liquid fire
heal mercury to our bleeding mind,
and stays our love in heaven higher,
with hearts, (so like drums), beating time.