All Things Him

8 Apr

I was broken by his beauty

His mouth held the awe of starlight

I was baptized in all things him

His fingertips branded stories on my skin

Redirected by his godlessness

I thirsted for his recklessness

I withdrawal from his desire

I gave my heart to him to set on fire

I dance on ashes and make melodies with bones

I sing a song, a mid- day lullaby, a night time cry

I can rebuild these ruins on my own..


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