you’ll find
that every new thought
has a ceiling
we all find out
that no one gets assigned
their believers
do you accept
my body and blood
this evening?
could you accept
that I could never side
with you leaving?
kneeling at your feet
your thighs, a prayer
portrait of what hurts
set in oil forever
some known names
default shapes
still never lost sight
of our meeting
i’d never seen innocence
leveled so hard
by deceit and
communion
your age on fire
drink me all night
fill your body
communion
I’m so far gone now
lay me out on a
dirt alter

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