i’ve been searching for peace
like sunday mornings with
oceans on vinyl and between my thighs when i look at you
smoke cleansed and made anew
repenting for my sins like the son before his father
i met you on my knees
the only time that it was righteous to beg for mercy
—–
these days we plead to the holy ghost to make it out alive
left out in the cold
blood stained and bruised
with scars to remind us of who to trust
and those who would’ve killed us
with praying hands
sage couldn’t make this clean
– rawest forms