Apostasy

I kissed the altar with a bloodstained mouth,

whispered my confessions into velvet voids,

and left my faith beneath your fingertips—

slick with sweat, trembling with want.

You were the sermon I bowed to,

every word a scripture on my skin.

But ecstasy wears off like wine,

and your love was a blasphemy I drank whole.

Blinded eyes cloaked in silhouette,

he calls my name like a vow half-bent.

One step… two step… into the flame,

it’s all a love game. Always the same.

I stripped my halo in the name of hunger,

renounced the sacred for something

far more dangerous—

your name,

still holy in the dark.

They say I betrayed salvation,

but you—

you were the heresy that made me feel

alive.

A velvet shadow in a storm,

you belong to me now.

And I—

I never learned how

to pray

without your hands on my throat.

xoxo, S.