you’re at the crossroad between the two suitors. A woman pauses time. —lightening strikes—
The hell of a loved God or the heavens of charming Satan.
“what is love if you would not rot in hell for me?”
god was in your form, the night you swam, naked. your skin looked different underwater, i’d drown attempting to breathe your essence.
my body aches, it aches of perverseness. had i figured out just how to absorb your very soul — to encapsulate your divine truths within me.
i drift as i marvel, seraphic as you are, blood passes through your arteries; Holy holy, holy blood. I’m at loss, lost in strands of your hair, i’d watch you forever underwater.