Our bodies a tangle of
snakes and ladders
strewn on the floor-
pages from the good,
ggod book, sacrifices
made from lace and polyester.
In the morning we yawn
holy, wholly, together
in an immaculately made bed
stretched over each other
like cobwebs. We remember what
was said in vain
The Lord's name
left my lips
last night
after you kissed me
I wished for Heaven
even though I've never been.
The Lord's name echoing out from the rafters
from here on after, it shall not be said again.
