We exhange our flesh
For a spare moment
Of bliss. Red hair
For a light tint,
Maybe a new length
To sink our fingers in.
For a second we think
Ourselves sinners, then
Exhaustion slips into
And through our skin
And we pray we're forgiven.
A new expanse to stretch
Our splitting decisions.
A chance to wash out old,
Damaging notions. Only
To spin the wheels once again.
To let the water come rushing back in.
We think ourselves wrong for
Confessing to our longings.
Wrong for acting upon our
Divorced emotions, only to find
Faith failing us after falling
Over our own blind feet. |
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