Your not smiling
just lying there,
are you even enjoying this.
We've been through this before,
just get over it,
we're animals
humans
with urges
Your not breathing,
at least seems that way,
Sinful bullshit,
over and over again
I have to hear it.
Get over it
and just enjoy
no threesome with God
Maybe
if I think,
a corpse is better.
But then again
it's as cold as you.
YOU ARE READING
The Atrium
PoetryAs the river of life flows right through, collecting at the delta towards the Atrium of my soul