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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