Crevasse

Tonight I offer myself to the
curvature and contours of your back.
Deep in this undertaking I am lost
between the commonplace and dreamlike,
where touch meets the taste of you.

I will ask nothing more of you now
but to give your consent to my devotions.
The subtle crevasses of your backbone
and the roundedness of your hips
will become the alter that I worship at.

Forgive me for
onto your hips I am taken.

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© Oisin