#queerspaces
Press my ear to your chest,
listen to my favorite song.
In this space we can be,
While knowing this tender act is unholy.
I'll kneel at the altar tomorrow.
Scrub the remnant of your touch from my skin once I leave.
You're a blight on my soul that I can't purge.
God.
My God.
Why hath you forsaken me?
Nov 25, 2024
Nov 25, 2024 at 3:21 PM UTC