she moves in
closer
says my turn's not over yet
baby
so why dontcha
come back here and
close your eyes?
her smile—her
lips
a damp, parted promise
hidden places of her body
a
sudden stroke of her hand
communion
between hip bones
a
gutteral moan
in the shape of a prayer
writhing against
me
skin. sweat.
and sinners rejoice in the sight of the
lord.
i bow my head;
she says "faster"
is it that
simple?
an act of worship
that stains my lips and my hands
like
the universe collapsed into
this bedroom, this blanket
these
bodies
like i could live in this kingdom
power and
glory
forever and ever
amen.