004 – sacrilege

you were the first person i kissed in a church –

first in the pews, as we sat looking at the stained window, the cross,

me pulling you close, so that you might stop shaking,

the anxiety ripping through you, bursting through your skin.

 

then second, finally, behind the piano,

backs pressed against the brick of a wall, quiet, restless,

arms around each other, hands on each other,

doing unholy things in a holy place –

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