I want to taste the
Black coffee
And blood
On your lips
I want to know the
Devil residing in
your lungs
And see the
Summer World
In your eyes
And feel the
tremer In your
Fingertips
I want to remember
You like the church
Pew I prayed for
Answers in
Until I was 11
Wondering
Where my
Faith went
And God fucking
Knows
I want to
Know you like
The pages of my
Favorite poetry book
