Sacred Lock of Lips

i'm not into religion but i thought i'd try writing about it

	As a kid, I thought first kisses were saved for the wedding day. Once the priest raised his arms towards the heavens, the two would tilt their heads and align their lips like a cross. A simple cross that had the power to unlock the gates of heaven. I do not know when I stopped believing in the sacred lock of lips, maybe when I stopped believing in trusting others with my fate, but I know that what we feel and think as kids are the most honest observations we ever make. Because when I found you, I placed the key protecting my fate in your hands as you leaned in to open the lock. With that oh-so special tilt of a head, you formed the cross I knelt before every night. How many other crosses broke upon your lips did not matter. When our cross formed, the sky broke and thunder went wild within.

	Blood rushed sensing the bruises upon your lips with the crown of thorns suffocating your heart. You must have fallen for the petals but ended up with the natural piercing instinct of the rose. But here under the unity of the cross, heaven opened and eternal glory was granted. Your bruises healed upon the touch of mine. The crown of thrones turned into a crown of jewels with the gold of my love adorned. Against you, I felt naive and helpless like a child. However, in your arms, I was innocent and excited again. There was meaning again to my feelings. There was you within me and that was all that mattered.