prayer

In the dark, you could be anyone.
Lips feel the same;
they move like silent
Prayer. For me to change,
For us to stay the same.
Pray
For us to stay the same.

In your tiny sun, the shadow crawls
Its shaded knuckles
Across your curving, rising
Chest.
We move like silent
Prayer. My fingertips, callused
Leave a trail of tightened skin;
It reads like scripture.
Pray
That truth lies in the pages.

In this cotton tomb, not a place for death,
A place to arrest
The oxygen beneath your breast
The light blade crawls
Its golden razor
Across our pressing, sticking,
Sweat.
As our mouths spread, silent
Prayers.