i still remember the way
your fingertip traced
the Deathly Hallows
tattooed on my wrist
writing the word
Love in cursive script
we built a palace of palms
while our arms laid a foundation
flying buttress knuckles
and stained glass lips
your hand
was the first church
i felt whole within
and for a fraction of a second
i almost believed in god again
Oct 15, 2016
Oct 15, 2016 at 1:16 AM UTC
i still remember the way
your fingertip traced
the Deathly Hallows
tattooed on my wrist
writing the word
Love in cursive script
we built a palace of palms
while our arms laid a foundation
flying buttress knuckles
and stained glass lips
your hand
was the first church
i felt whole within
and for a fraction of a second
i almost believed in god again
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