Hands clap & I react with
non-surprise. Wholly has my heart
As the sole proprietor of my sin.
The sin of thinking what I think
Every pattern and every thought
has become a cloud of lust and impurity;
and my heart, a garden of desires.
But in this moment,
a pause, and reflection.
That time keeps us apart,
that fucking span of minutes and hours and fucking days.
A rift brings you closer to me,
and another. And another.
Until these texts add up
to something more substantial
than a kiss. More erotic
Than my imagination would.