The body of Christ
with my confession.

Our sinful progression.

Through space/time;
divining what belongs to us
as well as the divine.

Your head on my breast;
my beating heart.
Placebo sky rocket
down in the dirt of our hallucination.
We are conjoined twins,
giving birth to one baby.

I’ve been knifed through this beating lethargy,
slowly bleeding out.
Until you kissed my lips, and felt.

With cold hands,
my feverish beating heart.

And I too,
would revel
in your love.

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