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You pin your hair
With a rusted cross
Lace at your throat
Like a quiet threat
Ink on your wrists
Spells out old psalms
You twist the words
Til they beg
You drag that candle
Down my chest
Wax finds hollows
Names each scar
Slow
Deliberate
Like you're filing teeth
You taste like flesh under ashes
Soft
Then cinder on my tongue
You pray in gasps against my shoulder
Asking what we've both begun
Flesh under ashes
Ruin wrapped in something warm
Hold me like a midnight sermon
Make me feel your mouth your scorn
You count my ribs
As if you're tithing
Your Mouth on each
Until I shake
Your laugh
Low
When I say "mercy"
You press my wrists
Into the dark oak floor
Stained-glass moon
On your bare back
Colors crawl
Over spine and bruise
You arch
You moan
Slow
Saint and sinner in one space
You taste like flesh under ashes
Soft
Then cinder on my tongue
You pray in gasps against my shoulder
Asking what we've both begun
Flesh under ashes
Ruin wrapped in something warm
Hold me like a midnight sermon
Make me feel your mouth your scorn
You make a chapel of the bedsheets
Altar from the hollow of my hip
Teeth trace vows along my thighs
Nothing holy in your grip
You say my name
Like breaking glass
Sharp
Dangerous
Falling into me
I answer
With the roughest blessing I own
Taking you as my own
The Madness in our game
Is obvious to see
I plung in your flesh
you thrust back at me
You taste like flesh under ashes
Soft
Then cinder on my tongue
You pray in gasps against my shoulder
Asking what we've both begun
Flesh under ashes
Ruin wrapped in something warm
Hold me like a midnight sermon
Make me feel your mouth your scorn