“Everything in the world is about ***, except ***…” –Oscar Wilde

Delicately but with pursuit,
I guided my lips from her collarbone
to her insecurities;
planning to kiss her until
she would come
out of her hiding place and into us.

my pen crawls on this page
like fingertips on skin
as I image us feverishly chasing each other
from the outside, in

She had holes of hurt she tried to hide me in,
asking me to love on only the parts of her
she could easily separate.

The sin of skin is that I willingly let her guide me in;
Foolishly falling through thighs
searching for the heart of the matter

Child of God
He put her on her knees
likely her penance imparted
for the sin she committed with others.

Her momma said this was the  only
love she was made for-
Not love of spirit, but love of flesh
And so the god she worshiped
smeared her face with
his holy water

Is this the absolution she has
been begging for?

it’s frightening  to reach with trembling hands
beyond the dark places within
to venture where we meet with the enemy and
realize he is more us
than him.
that serpent slides between two rows of teeth
and plants a kiss of Judas on those we call friend.
If you want a glimpse of hell, just look within.

To me she was the river
and I but a boat picked up and
carried by her

Her hurried current moved me
into deeper waters I wasn’t ready for-
If ever you can truly prepare for a sinking

Just as the water does
she dumped me into her and asked me
not to fight it as it would only make it worse

As much as I struggled to restrain her waves
She rushed into me until
I was content drowning in her