Baby, time never touched us
The hands
On your clock
Kept spinning
Round and round
The flower crown
Of my faith
And we could have been infinite
We could have been
Picket-Fence
Porch swing
Daisy chain
Heart locket
Anything
Anything but what we were
Your body is a church
And I am discovering that I have long since forgotten how to pray
Forgotten the idiosyncrasies of your eyes
The push and pulls of your holy pews
Your Bible Belt
Cracking against my back
I guess my refusal to believe in you
Makes me a sinner
But you know
My faith doesn't lie with God.
My faith lies in the tangibility of my own hands.
I choose me.
Every
Single
Time
