heart

adult. any / all. queer. irl yan. call me heart.

in the bed, skin mottled. god made something human in the way your heart beats. but there is god in you too. you know it when your heart slows to a steady hum, then to nothing at all. i know it when i feel your body lying next to me. even in death, you are something to be worshipped.

i consider my devotion an impure thing. a gross need to consume. but there is underlying softness in the way i think of you.

even when we’re apart, you’re still a part of me. blood in my veins, disease i never wish to cure. no bloodletting could ever rid me of you. tied to my existence, nailed to the cross. crucify me, my love, spear me down. only love would flow.

pure of love & feeding & flesh. an angel in high tide. water eats away at my rotting legs and i know it is because of you. a holy abomination, the pruning of my ankles, my soles, my rocks underneath. the pull is enough to keep me here. you are enough to keep me here. you hold the tether tying me down, feet planted, bottom up and over and out.