you feel like blasphemy
(our love is sacred)
your lips gently whisper prayers across my skin but
the way you say my name illuminates our biblical fate
and this sin becomes easy
Here, beneath your holy weight
I am no longer afraid of what I might weather
behold, the storm of oblivion
behold, a sulfur lake engulfed in an eternity of flame
I know, only now-
that hell could not match
the heat
between your skin
and mine.

It is
2:41 A.M
( I think)
I am talking
to a ghost
and I cant
quite recall
how it felt
when your
velcro lips
unravelled
my
heart

I loved you so ******* much
but now there is something empty about your stare

strangers light matches in empty stairwells
and they know each other
better than I know you

you’ll fall
for his voice
and the way he says
your name like it’s a
puzzle
and how he always yawns
when he’s nervous
but you never
stop to ask about
the trembling of his hand
as you
roll up your sleeves