Would my?
Sending you to love to wherever you’re reading
Would my soul simmer down Had I placed it in Your hands You who have made home out of body and bones You who moves in me Would my mind mollify the wake of sin Had I just bared myself to Your forgiveness You who harmonizes in the blood of me You who moves in me Would my shoulders shirk the duties of daytime Had I doused myself in Your waters You who has flooded me in the evening freeze You who moves in me I who wriggled from your writ I who wronged in spite of your wounds You who moves in me You who leaves me both whole and empty
Author’s Note:
“Wresting with religion again” - what I text my friends at 1 a.m