Asleep In Your Palm

Can you speak in tongues,
With yours in my mouth?
Kissing the weapon,
I use to pronounce.

Set me apart,
From the map of your men.
I’ll be an island,
Where we can begin.

The end of your plague,
Marks the start of your moon.
My heaven is here,
Here in your room.

Let out your ghosts,
Whisper me truths.
I’ll be the key,
Your shackles removed.