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i should know by now
promises pressed against bed sheets
are not covenants
no communion rests on your tongue
no witness or signature
binds us
a sermon
deliverered to my conscience
falls on deaf ears
it's been too long since my last confession
i'm probably channeling cinderella again
but tonight
i'll eat this moment with sharpened teeth
breathe with borrowed breath
- summoned by prayer or seance
you appear in my bed
whisper promises to my thighs
and I believe you
m
i should know by now
promises pressed against bed sheets
are not covenants
no communion rests on your tongue
no witness or signature
binds us
a sermon
deliverered to my conscience
falls on deaf ears
it's been too long since my last confession
i'm probably channeling cinderella again
but tonight
i'll eat this moment with sharpened teeth
breathe with borrowed breath
- summoned by prayer or seance
you appear in my bed
whisper promises to my thighs
and I believe you
m
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