judas bows d o w n
                                
                         to us
-darling
your tongue is my savior

Our sheets have become an extension of limbs-
my knees are bruised for only you

bedside forts  e c h o    lullabies and
Your stare is the catalyst for a vital release

-My heart sleeps in your mouth and I've rummaged through reasons to exist
But
the sincerity of our sweat raises Christ from the dirt
-just to kiss your forehead

and isn't that enough?