You said, “Come here.
I’ve been waiting, longing to touch you.” This place is home. In you, I find answered prayers in the belly of wanton love.
I smell Earth.
It surrounds me.
There is heaven in these walls and we are two shifty members of the congregation flitting through a used bible flirting with the pews.
Holy is the lamb, it was slain for us. We weep in remembrance of a stained past.
Our lights shine, glory on dirt-filled weekends, boosting village morale.
I Thunder. I Quake. I Erupt.
In your grasp, a terrible feeling creeps in, alerts our hearts, and reminds us of unknown doubt.
We knew this would happen.
One night stands expire quickly.
I never have enough change for the toll.
You are sure you will see me again, “Someday soon,” you say.
I know a lie when I hear one. It sounds the same, no matter the speaker. But, you assure me, “This will happen again.”
I am a lover lamenting over you.
I am lamenting loving only you.
But, you leave anyway.
You always do.
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