Honeysuckle
Her,
Tasting me like
Honeysuckle -
I am in bed with a girl,
And we are building a church:
Her mouth is my confessional,
My sternum her altar,
And I am told
This is blasphemy in itself
I am told,
This is sin
This is sin
In its purest form,
The way the smell of her
Is my melatonin,
The sight of her:
My refuge
To hold sin in hand
And turn it tender,
Turn it benevolent:
I won’t let holiness hunt me anymore
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