A Whole Melancholy of Lovers

prayer

i held the cross to my mouth,
giving it a more affectionate kiss
than i ever have to you
i saw the happy drown in your eyes
with a hand rested gently on my shoulder
you were jealous
it was obvious from the second i began,
to the second you ripped my cross
from my loving grip.
you began touching me not
even seconds after.
and i, in all my glory, reprimanded you,
and i stole my body back from your hands
and i continued to pray for your brother.