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I find myself whispering pleas(e)
of salvation when you arch my spine
until I bend so far backwards
I can steal a glimpse of heaven

and there is a divine immaculateness
in the way your callused hands
carefully cradle my body as you
lift me upwards towards redemption

because frankly, I love that you don't
even bother to bestow
a canonical look of guilt
when I gaze into
the impending storms
of your irises

so I will sit through the thunder
until I can kiss the rain dancing on my lips
and baby, we can watch the sun rise together
afterwards