I’m not saying “Choke me”
I’m saying push down on my neck with your fingertips
so you feel the pulse of my artery under your hand
and you know the quickening of the rhythm is because of you
I’m not saying “spank me”
I’m saying leave an imprint on my skin
to know that I am yours in this moment but it can fade,
so don’t stop.
Keep going.
I’m not saying “watch me”
I’m saying look at how the windows to our souls
our held in the black of our pupils
and only we have the key
to open and enter each others
I’m not saying “go slower”
I’m saying the ticking of a clock stops
when our legs are intertwined
I am in no rush to start time again,
and i imagine you aren’t either.
I’m not saying “oh my god”
I’m saying forgive me
for looking to the wooden pews
for the divine
when you are what I have been seeking for
to worship.
Amen.
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