morning service

i was
baptized
in her
every tear
as we lay
bathed in
longing
reborn
under the
scrutiny
of
the unloved
watching
our
every move.

kissing as
the moon
blushes
peony petals
on the breeze
her lips
the sacrament
filling
my effervescent
sinpools
within
bruised smiles
lips tingling
her breath
my hymnal.

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