Temple / Body / Map

My hands are singing a hymn to every pore on your skin,
A cartographic exploration in which I
Will my fingertips to absorb the details of you & commit each to memory.

My nerves conduct a sermon & as they preach I beg time to pause,
Arms pinned / legs locked / at your blessed mercy.

I am a choir of this consecration,
Anointing my flesh with the sanctity of yours.
The map I draw in my mind
Emblazons itself in my cells.

Falling for you
Is a psalm
My spirit chants.

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