Do you know how many hands have brushed with mine this week alone?
Do you know how many mouths I have kissed in this lifetime
If I had your lips on mine tonight
I don’t think I would ever forgive myself for the lack of remorse I would experience
My soul would know for certain, this house is not one of God
but rather pain and sin
I find it funny that
humans only get down on their knees
for one of two reasons
And this poem is not about God.
I plant kisses across your chest
(my lips can feel your heart beat)
and hear your breath catch
the Father, Son and Holy Ghost made me
and watching you squirm
is worth any hell i’ll be sent to
I take you in like communion
and believe me when I say I think I saw The Lord himself
beckoning me to go deeper
Your pale skin is irresistible
is wanting you in my mouth a sin?
forgive me, Father
this is not a temptation I can resist.
Do not protect me from moments that allow bruised shins or a split lip
I will heal like humans do
Like God has created me to
Sometimes I just need to know
my blood truly does bleed red like the rest of us.