Your body
Is my pilgrimage
Of worship
A place
Where my hands reach to
Offer absolutions
I use my silvery tongue
To get you around the bend
And tell you that your flesh
Blesses mine, with a stain
That’s more than just skin deep
So I press my heart against yours
Waiting for the two drums
To beat as one
I press my mouth against yours
And eat the words
That died upon your lips
My mouth traces
Every inch of your skin and bones
Until my hunger is satiated
A sliver of the midnight moon
Bathes us while we
Tangle ourselves deeper into one another
Every heavy breath, a sonnet
Every bite, an ode
Every moan, those three tired words
The air is heavy
With the scent of old perfume
While our two bodies talk
The burden on my hands, absolves
The stars in the sky, dissolves
And the argument our bodies have, resolves
As we bloom synchronously
May 19, 2017
May 19, 2017 at 2:14 PM UTC
Your body
Is my pilgrimage
Of worship
A place
Where my hands reach to
Offer absolutions
I use my silvery tongue
To get you around the bend
And tell you that your flesh
Blesses mine, with a stain
That’s more than just skin deep
So I press my heart against yours
Waiting for the two drums
To beat as one
I press my mouth against yours
And eat the words
That died upon your lips
My mouth traces
Every inch of your skin and bones
Until my hunger is satiated
A sliver of the midnight moon
Bathes us while we
Tangle ourselves deeper into one another
Every heavy breath, a sonnet
Every bite, an ode
Every moan, those three tired words
The air is heavy
With the scent of old perfume
While our two bodies talk
The burden on my hands, absolves
The stars in the sky, dissolves
And the argument our bodies have, resolves
As we bloom synchronously
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