a savior in sheets

i could tell you

how she moved her fingers

across my skin

beneath the covers

and turned touches

into rolling waves.

still in slumber

she smears her lips

on mine-

i feel the sea

in my bones.

she tells me

i am more than

god,

that if he is real,

i am better.

that our love

is religion,

and she is dying to be

the martyr.

earth, sins, and fire

i am a part of everything

i have ever touched-

the leather beneath

my thighs,

the palms i never held high.

we thread the needle

slowly,

in and out

and over again.

can i be with you forever?

one day.

for now

we wait.