i’m not one to kiss and tell but one to fall in love and pray

the curve on her back
while she moans is my
new religion.

the same album
on repeat.
          Repeat
                 repeat.

Our unborn child,
            The light on your breast
                        reflecting on my chest,

unholy.

touching hands,
hide-and-seek 
in your sheets,


an empty glass of water.
a deep breath
try again.

Fotografía por Jocelyn Catterson

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