Unfaithful

This could be

any love story,

if I whispered about your eyes,

if I brought tears to mine

and cried out about the sanctity

of your arms.

This could be

any declaration,

any abject devotion, if I honoured

the shining temple of you,

left offerings at your altar like

a stupid pilgrim seduced.

It could be any

tale of tender worship, any yarn of salvation,

if I prostrated before you, and polished your

ruby-studded wings…

It could be any of these things,

if it weren’t for the sacrifices

and martyrdoms of your cross

born upon a back so beautiful

and the tears of blood I let

weep forth

from their host.

So come, come now my deity,

entomb me softly in your

feathered embrace

and mark my emerald eyes, 

remind me of the moment

we decided

it was better this way?

Remind me why,

my faith grew weak,

and I promise,

I will let you go.