Z for Zachariah

You are mine tonight
Despite the world and all its ills tonight
You’re mine tonight
I touched her skin
Hot oil burned
She breathed me in
Stroked her face
Rearranged her hair
Put every strand in place
Yesterday it was your sister
Tomorrow, your mother
Tonight, you’re mine
You are mine tonight
Despite the world and all its ills tonight
I go door to door
Like a salesman giving of myself but taking much more
I bless the first-born and the next
Take them wholly and give them rest
I’ll pass by, I’ll find you; Z for Zachariah
I’ll pluck out your eyes
You are mine tonight
Despite the world and all its ills tonight
You’re mine tonight
Tonight you’re mine