You spoke, and every god went silent,
the stars leaned closer, hungry to listen.
We met where the river forgot its name,
and you smiled like someone who’d stolen fire.
Your hands traced constellations on my skin,
and I felt the history of us in every touch.
The ground remembered the press of our bodies,
and I knew if love was holy, it was never meant for us.
I tasted eternity on your tongue,
bright and bitter, holy and wrong.
If ruin had a flavor, it was this —
divine, and utterly mine.
Your lips eclipsed every careful thought,
and the fire of creation ran through my veins.
I would burn — and burn gladly — for this,
for the shiver of you against me, the tremble of your hands.
Every heartbeat drums a warning,
but your smile is a covenant I cannot resist.
I feel the sin curling through me before the fall,
and I would kneel at no altar but yours
Your teeth graze my lips in a half-smile,
your fingers trace the hollow behind my ear,
and I taste sin and salvation in the same breath.
Every nerve trembles in worship and fear,
I taste the ruin of Eden on my lips,
and the serpent smiles in my blood.
Pleasure rises like a dark tide,
a sacrament I kneel to willingly
The earth convulses beneath me,
Every cry, every shiver, a decree;
I am both hymn and heresy,
suspended in holy ruin.
Your touch unspools eternity,
and I fold into it like scripture carved in flesh.
Morning will come to find me hollowed,
the taste of ash where your name once bloomed.
If heaven keeps its records, let it write this:
I knew the sin, and called it love.
Oct 21, 2025
Oct 21, 2025 at 5:21 AM UTC
You spoke, and every god went silent,
the stars leaned closer, hungry to listen.
We met where the river forgot its name,
and you smiled like someone who’d stolen fire.
Your hands traced constellations on my skin,
and I felt the history of us in every touch.
The ground remembered the press of our bodies,
and I knew if love was holy, it was never meant for us.
I tasted eternity on your tongue,
bright and bitter, holy and wrong.
If ruin had a flavor, it was this —
divine, and utterly mine.
Your lips eclipsed every careful thought,
and the fire of creation ran through my veins.
I would burn — and burn gladly — for this,
for the shiver of you against me, the tremble of your hands.
Every heartbeat drums a warning,
but your smile is a covenant I cannot resist.
I feel the sin curling through me before the fall,
and I would kneel at no altar but yours
Your teeth graze my lips in a half-smile,
your fingers trace the hollow behind my ear,
and I taste sin and salvation in the same breath.
Every nerve trembles in worship and fear,
I taste the ruin of Eden on my lips,
and the serpent smiles in my blood.
Pleasure rises like a dark tide,
a sacrament I kneel to willingly
The earth convulses beneath me,
Every cry, every shiver, a decree;
I am both hymn and heresy,
suspended in holy ruin.
Your touch unspools eternity,
and I fold into it like scripture carved in flesh.
Morning will come to find me hollowed,
the taste of ash where your name once bloomed.
If heaven keeps its records, let it write this:
I knew the sin, and called it love.