And I’d choose you; in a hundred different lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you and I’d choose you.

{ i called you holy and you laughed it back into my mouth.
i called you holy and you hid your halo behind your back,
plucked the feathers from your shoulders as i took my communion
in the soft skin of your thighs -
you, my holy water. you, my cherry wine. you, my altar. }

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