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.
Jul 21, 2013
Jul 21, 2013 at 5:59 PM UTC
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.
edited 9/5/22 from 2013
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