you are the Holy Land

sand in between my curled
toes; barefoot, crawling towards
you, each step a sacrifice
to the gods, knees scraping across
the salt floor, the candles illuminating our
lips meeting like hands deep in prayer,
head careened to the
heavens, skin
bare because
you are the Holy Land
and i
i must worship–

first shot at semi-erotic poetry. imagery is key, i shall revise, soon

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