Religion
religion.
we walked around the city like it’s a daylight club. Danced to the beat of our hearts, staring out the balcony, a view to die to, cry to, fuck to.
What started out as sinful behavior soon turned into a sacred prayer. you can’t help becoming pious when it’s the blind faith leading you. Drunk as hell on love, holy as fuck for religion.
You kiss my neck, and it spells god. It’s a secret language that only we know. The scars on your back and the wounds on my soul are open and bleeding yet again. No one will speculate.
My body loves this thing about illicit love. Unbecoming. Listen to my heart beating. You’re here.
Your love tastes like salt and religion. It’s so pretty and divine; I’m losing my mind.
Maybe in some holy way, this evening is the closest we are to praying. This love looks a lot like worship. Like a false god leading us home.
Would you tie my hair and paint my nails? Would you cry with me?
Would you help me make terrible tea for us and drink it like poison. Would you frame the crime and get trapped with me in this one-room apartment forever. Since the moment I walked out of the shrine, every building in this town looks like a shattered construction.
Committed to religion, believers of devotion. The noise is too loud, but we block the sound of heartbreaks with giggles and laughter. A touch is all that’s needed to worship this love; a kiss is all that takes us to heaven.
