Temple


I touch her skin
It is soft against my defective touch
She has eyes of heaven and a tongue of hell
Enchanting when caught at a glance
Envious I crawl under the milky white cover
Wretchedness awaits my eyes
The inside full of rotting souls she’s left to wither
In their own personal underworld
I leave the cover to see the sun shine
Against my imperfect temple
I will learn to pray under it one day.

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