Between Breaths Praying
Location
I thought for sure this time
My midnight bedroom black as the sin I
Could have committed with him
Was lit up enough from the furnace of our bodies
I could see his eyes wanting me.
For sure this time would be the first time
him wanting me
me wanting him
To touch all the inches of my skin that
Have admittedly been explored by another before
not truly appreciated or admired not adequately adorned
- Be pressed perfectly within the confines of his temples -
Decorated in his sweet strings of thoughts
Between breaths
Want to be the rosary he lays to rest on my bedside table
Replaced by kisses I wrapped sweetly around his neck
Nibbling on his Adam’s apple
Brown skin beaded in sweat
In my midnight bedroom
I thought for sure
He wanted me then
Wrong as I was
Misread and misguided
Must have imagined that mind focused on
The passion I was projecting
Not upset that he doesn’t love me
Don’t pay much mind to that but
I imagined him praying on me differently.