I steal love with
the
part of my lips,
the
fall of my chin,
the
reverence in my temples,
//
so I scoff with
my
unblessed prayer,
my
impossible keeper,
my
wretched skin,
my
faultless pleasure,
//
and grace swoons,
puts me back in my place,
mutters sin in my mouth,
tightens grip in my hips,
stokes flame in my skin,
//
threads pain
inside,
weaves mind
inside,
names fear
inside,
makes more
inside,
//
and I am unfeeling of pardon,
unwanting of heaven,
ungoverned by god,
not bothered, on purpose,
not waiting on mercy,
//
and I stand with the evil,
the blind,
the kind,
the pained
and the stained,
and steal love with them,
because
//
we are unneeded by hell.
avoid binary questions.
