lead us not into temptation
Someone who sends the steams of hell up
my thighs
Torments what little Catholic girl I have
left in me
in the middle of March and April and May
all the lovers summon rain
I once died at the thought of someone in the sky watching me
I heal myself thinking of someone
I crave to be the one watching
looking at how my lips part at every stroke,
listening to my voice
at every non verbal hallelujah
The one who makes me want to pray
10 Our Fathers, 10 Hail Marys
and the Act of Contrition twenty times
and says
‘Oh you’ll be on your knees, alright.’
I almost asked their god to save me
from free falling
but he couldn’t even stop them
from sliding into my DMs.
— tinya, May All the Lovers Summon Rain
