i.

I would have left everything behind for you.

ii.

Your teeth grazed my pulse; 

blond hair tickling the base of my neck.

My lips spilled blasphemy, poetry. 

(I always get the two confused). 

iii.

They knelt in a stained-glass church, 

a temple of malcontent, 

a call to arms against young lovers who did not wish to repent.

iv.

They took you away in the morning light. 

v. 

They did not expect me to leave the garden willingly,

not for a boy like you.

vi.

I guess they never saw the serpent tattoo behind my ear,

nor the way my knuckles twitched at the sign of a fight.

vi.

I'd risk hell for this heavenly sin.