8.12.2012

Inner Sanctuary


My heart feels holy with you rattling around inside of it, like it suddenly became an inner sanctuary of the loudest kind. You would be considered a horrible tenant to a landlord like this; you refuse to lose my attention for longer than wait I wonder what he’s doing right now? You are a fire in my imagination, once a comfortable little smolder, a memory to sit in front of and smile. I poked at the embers with acute curiosity and oh shit, you became a blaze, almost hell-reminiscent, uncontrollable but beautiful, I stepped back from you hesitantly because what I wanted in my delirious passion was for you to swallow me whole.
            Here in my inner sanctuary, a burnt offering has been made. There goes my ego, my guise of control, my hesitancy, my jealousy, my past. A sweet smell of sacrifice to our God, my body was engulfed by you as well, and on the other side of the carnage, you were contained on the hearth, but every inch of my heart smells like you and I’m afraid (or grateful) it may never be the same.

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