room 93 ; lrh

coming down

i never wanted to come down from this feeling.
i had found God in my lover.
in her color-coated walls, her lips that always tastes of tangerine lip balm, her hands that were always cold because neither of us could afford good enough heating and in her hair that always fell in soft waves and framed her beautiful face.
when we rolled around beneath the sheets i realised there was no place i would rather be than beside her, and
even though i knew i was a fool for making such a sacrifice, i revelled in it.
she was my god, her touch my saviour and her words my religion.