Friday, March 17, 2017

the only worth all granting

i cannot conceive
the empty grave
when yours lies
full as my womb
with the child
bearing your name

God lives in
secret parts of me
no longer touched

come home
fuck up my shopping list
let me eat smooth
organic peanut butter
and deli counter olives
drink your sloppy
salt water kisses

fuck up our bed

maybe then we'll talk
maybe then
we'll touch on
God and me

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