holy fuck
and I imagine
a holy fuck like
passion & desire & thinking
it’s never gonna
happen again & hating
the person you’re
making love to for hurting
you for knowing you’re
going to leave them
somehow
for some estranged
unintended fucking reason
and feeling the cosmic
in your pelvis
like creation was born you
almighty rotations like
dying hope
and nothing but
dying hope
as if you found the
supernatural in nature &
getting bent is the only
way to pray
like passion & heat &
knowing the slow will go
by fast knowing the enjoyment
after the climax
and knotting myself into
your body; glory
for the infatuate.
