We whispered secrets
in the space between blood red covers
and sites of slumber
thick and heavy
safely sealed from the nakedness of apologies.
Bare skin and weightless words
composed truths beneath our songs.
I sang disbelief.
Of actions delivered so naturally,
uncontrived and holy.
He sang loving uncertainty
and kissed my lips
and body away
from learned anxiety,
a mistrust I gathered,
held to my breast
for so long
it is ability.
He only prays for me,
bowed his head,
crossed his heart,
lit a candle
in my vein
for me
to rest
in his peace.
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