your body was a fist full of glitter,
and mine was something that
wanted to shine.

suddenly I was in your bed
sobering up in your arms
the morning after,

you were one with your glory
but I was split by my shame
couldn’t shake the thought
of touching gold
of having it breathe on me
how I forgot that all I ever wanted,
was to live a righteous life.

I wish I could say that the touch was worth the sin
but prayer begs to differ-
you’re the most sacred thing
I have ever lost to lust
an inner conflict, I can’t brag about

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