
I was an atheist before I met you.
Kneeling on bar stools for church,
lighting candles for everyone
but myself, praying for something
I didn’t believe in.
Now I am searching for God
between the dips of your shoulders.
I am finding heaven
between the folds of your skin.
Baby, I am a fool for the hitch in your breath.
I am a fool for the back of your knees.
Here is the rest of my life stretched six-feet over my bedsheets
and his laugh sounds like angels fucking on a cloud
and he smells like sunlight after a...
Published on April 19, 2015 22:35