fuckpeach

she kissed me like a slow damnation,

laid her lips on my cheek-

not with lust, but with something older,

older than longing,

older than light,

her mouth left no flame

but i burned anyway

and she kissed me again

oh, how she kissed me-

as if salvation could be mouthed,

as if she could rebuild eden

between the soft part of my throat

and the wild curve of her hunger

i stood bare-chested before her,

scars like psalms across my ribs

and she looked-

not with pity

but hunger

she kissed like she was learning

to pray and i was the altar,

down to my tongue, 

parted, tasting,

waiting for the communion of her mouth

she opened,

i did too,

the abyss answered

she bit and i bled,

she laughed-

full of smoke and teeth,

i gave her my tongue

and she made it her relic

my hands trembled down,

found her like scripture

hidden in flesh,

she received me-

like prophecy, like thunder,

so i breathed her again

and again and again

until her name was no longer a name

but a secret too sacred to speak

she circled my lips with her own,

slow and deliberate,

and i, jaw unhinged with awe,

called her holy

i bit her back,

she drew blood

and it tasted like truth

then i knelt

not because she asked-

but because some part of me,

ancient and shivering,

knew this was the closest

i'd ever be to touching

something like god

i worshipped her,

i let her burn me,

and when i was ash,

i begged her not to stop