Torrential spirituality
Religion in the way that your lips meet my spine
You are the connection that I used to have to the moon
Milky, glazen sunshine
You are the freckles in the glass of my great grandfather's telescope
Sizzling electricity blooming from frayed power lines
You are the anxious potential energy impounding my body
Mar 28, 2014
Mar 28, 2014 at 10:28 AM UTC
Torrential spirituality
Religion in the way that your lips meet my spine
You are the connection that I used to have to the moon
Milky, glazen sunshine
You are the freckles in the glass of my great grandfather's telescope
Sizzling electricity blooming from frayed power lines
You are the anxious potential energy impounding my body
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