Sinner

Words I yearn to hear

Leak from your precious mouth

Upon my waiting ears

That have waited for far too long-

It is my sin…

 

 

I open my arms of ebony

To embrace the absolute sweetness of you

Clinging skin to skin

inhaling you in as if you were my last breath

it is my sin

 

dissolving effortlessly into

what may be my finest yet most effortless attempt

at sheer and utter grace

masquerading as simple kinship

it is my sin

 

when the gospel is so transparently obvious

to even the simple ones who dream

I am  a sinner

A sinner it seems