Sundays

I don't know a lot a lot about god,
but I know that on a warm day rain feels like heaven,
and I don't know a lot about sin,
but I know that I felt something when I pulled off your shirt and breathed you in.
I've never imagined selling my soul to the devil,
but I think I came close when you asked how long my parents would be gone and in those twenty minutes I didn't even try to be gentle. 
I never thought to question why my mom decided to sleep with death instead of tucking me in,
I have been far too busy finding the difference between what my pastor taught me about sex,
and what you teach me about religion.