A Sinner’s Prayer to a Fulsome God

Each time I am inside you,
it is a sinner’s prayer

to a fulsome God.

I reread the scars
I’ve given you,
a personal Bible,

tales of fallen angels
and the ascension of man.

You and I

are Genesis
and Revelations,

alpha
and omega,

the all
and the void,

and when we are one,
the heavens sing.

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