the
deal was nearly struck,
the
final prayer was moistening
my
tongue, my body tensed
in
reverence until I felt the
cold
fire of your eyes
burning
through the fog
of
righteousness.
I
raised my face from
my
god to be lost in yours.
I
stumbled through the veil
of
a profaned ritual into a
new
world. Lost in a virgin
clarity
to seek the chilling
brand
of your sacred touch
.
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