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By spaceman Date: 2003 Feb 17 Comment on this Work [[2003.02.17.16.08.15413]] |
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Her name is a small prayer on my tongue a blessing that echoes across the steep and timbre of my voice, that moves across the pale highway of her skin as I kiss her. As I kiss her my senses are flooded a new religion takes root in me her eyes and scent and voice become the temple of my worship, the center of my sin I offer up my one small prayer for absolution, her name; a sacrament my promise, my vow forever. |