fulfil me with a kiss
or don’t
you could just use your words
like armour
or the tools they used to make the statues
before the bible didn’t matter
when people would pray
and dream
they knelt and wrote psalms
without checking their phones for something else
they made love in stone and paintings
angels sang
and everything was beautiful
like you
or the memory
of a feeling
lips or nose or fingertips
laughter
in the space before I wake
violent reign
of every night that should be mine
as though I could be what you want
in the dark
when you’re here but you’re not
and I reach
and you’re gone
but I still hear your voice
and you’re still on my phone.
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