Kisses As prayers

Damp from the rain outside

And dirt under my nails

Hands shaking with fatigue

And there you are

Bare to me

Excuse the rough way I look at you

I’m elegant hunger

Except sometimes the sight of you

Overpowers me

Take you and pin down

This writhing hunger within

Because I’m supposed to be a furtive

Appendage but I’m a satyr,

A lustful pilgrim finding

Salvation between your quivering

Thighs and my kisses there

Are prayers

And I pray with such focus

That we will both see God.

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