the truth is I've never felt more alone than in a temple. i slowly watch the smiles turning to sighs and thorns sprouting from my eyes as I realise people only stay with you till you believe what they believe.
the truth is I like to believe gods sing about us, about the space between our thighs, the void between our fingers, the laughter and longing in our hearts, the wildflowers in our hair on a summer day.
the truth is I like to believe the universe exists because our love breathes. that the gods have made it solely for us. that the angels think our love is the holiest thing ever.
the truth is sometimes I imagine myself praying for you
YOU ARE READING
tangerines on a summer morning
Poetryeverything my mind knows of summer, love and suffering. #71 in poetry - 19 may, 2024
