I love the way you reach for me
in the middle of the night
to read me like a braille bible.
Familiar hands scanning my body for salvation;
carefully studying each chapter,
and memorizing verses.
Your fingertips preach gospel to my skin,
as your kisses whisper in harpsichord
to the nape of my neck.
Love washes over me like a baptismal,
and I know,
this is as close as I will ever get to heaven.
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