I go to church to learn about the god
whose name he mutters against my thighs
canines mottled with cherry jam
tokens of our twisted endeavours
coursing down your throat
taking aim on your heart
you're covered in my filth
I see it in your eyes
you know it too
what have I done?
even your god can't save you now
psalms falling limp on limestone floor
your time spent with me
cost them holes in their butterfly wings
why do I do this?
you kept coming back
same place, same time
in the haze of the stained glass window
wrapping our skin in a technicolor film
you said you like the way it dances on my cheeks
or do you like how it distracts you
from the blood on my hands?
in the grooves of my palms
under my fingernails
pooling in the dips of my hip bone
we both know it's there
I'd say the devil made me do it
but that would be a lie
wouldn't it?
I see the way you move
knuckles welded onto rosary
eyes averted upwards
but not at me
perched on your knees
eat at the fruit of my being
then leave the rind at my feet
hadn't you known it was poisoned?
I know how this works
fill your stomach with ripeness
pray your sins away
chase them with passages in your book
I'd only wash away with them
sent back to the hell I came from
marred skin and hollowed eyelids
you left me no choice
I took a hand at playing higher power
dipped my toes into the pools of divinity
I'm your worst mistake
the unholiest of thoughts
the most tempting sin
how does that taste on your tongue?
- kenm 05/25/21
