when beads of sweat roll down my forehead
and down my chin,
Christ will turn the salt into blood and back again.
this is what it’s like to love you.

i will fall for you like a dog.
with teeth snarling, mouth agape,
animalistic prowess, bleeding red.
this love is so close to God
it can’t be seen as anything but holy.

i will make my mark through prayer and kindness.
i will burn down the city of *****,
claw through freshly-dug graves,
cry to my savior,
and scream so loudly my lungs turn to ash.

i will love in a terrifying,
i will love in a startling,
i will love in a magnifying,
i will love, i will love, i will love.

i’ve never been so delirious in my entire life.
i feel like throwing my guts up,
wrapping my small intestine around my neck like Burberry,
forging rings around my fingers with the iron in my body.

i have crawled out of this grave a thousand times.
i’ve stacked dirt in the tubes of my throat while
searching for a lover the way Orpheus searched for Eurydice.
do cpr on me just a little longer,
i don’t want to die without your breath in my lungs.

i’ll stare into those hazel eyes like
dante stared into the depths of the inferno.
with awe, terror, and envy of the dead,
each sideways glance tugging at the strings of my heart like a symphony.

plan out my pardon,
i’ll need forgiveness to continue on.
i’ve become such a sinner for the sake of you
that i’ve forgotten what it’s like to feel worthy,
to feel holy.

i would take the softness from your lips,
the grace from your sway,
the last name you call your own,
if it meant i could keep you in my life for eternity.

He's a beauty, like

a flower, I pick and stick --


him between my teeth.

The bat-faced yellow

queen of ****** pleasure:


her razor-sharp mouth.