I do not want the sainthood you assign to those
who have never let you down
I want the ***** gritty scabs that come from falling
off of pedestals and landing in the mud
I am in no need of your righteous tongue
I am in need of your caring shoulder
of your love
of your grace moving through me as you kiss my thigh
Mar 26, 2017
Mar 26, 2017 at 2:24 AM UTC
I do not want the sainthood you assign to those
who have never let you down
I want the ***** gritty scabs that come from falling
off of pedestals and landing in the mud
I am in no need of your righteous tongue
I am in need of your caring shoulder
of your love
of your grace moving through me as you kiss my thigh
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