I kiss a prayer onto your shoulder, leading a doxology down your neck for forgiveness and priestly pardons, past sins since forgotten blessings where vein meets sinew thanksgiving where lips skip over spine.

who else

But when you kiss me and the world stops and I wonder why you stop and I think I’m being greedy but who else am I supposed to be greedy for; who am I supposed to constantly want if not the lips I wake up to and fall asleep to and dream to and sing […]

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