faith

i should know by now
      promises pressed against bed sheets
                                    are not covenants

no communion rests on your tongue
         no witness or signature
                             binds us

a sermon
    delivered to my conscience
                           falls on deaf ears


     it's been too long since my last confession


i'm probably channeling cinderella again
          but tonight
           i'll eat this moment with sharpened teeth
                                  breathe with borrowed breath




     -  summoned by prayer or seance
              you appear in my bed
                        whisper promises to my thighs

       
                              and I believe you

Reviews

[cultofthequill]

Wonderful poem, love the form. Gives it the feel of a twisting ribbon.
Very emotional and relatable poem.

[MomzillaNC]

An interesting self-conviction of the lies we tell ourselves so we can "believe" the lies we are told.