she moves in closer
says my turn's not over yet
so why dontcha come back here and
close your eyes?

her smileā€”her lips
a damp, parted promise
hidden places of her body
a sudden stroke of her hand

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