Apostasy

Apostasy / Mark Mosley

I am here
you whispered it
under your breath.

Your breath
under my breath
I whispered too.

We fall together.
We rise together,
gathering in each other.

The hours are ours,
time warm in darkness,
the illumination of skin.

Sleep lightly touching us,
covering & uncovering
sheer veils of light.

Worship becomes you;
this place you say
just my dream, an idol.

You do not desire
the constant expectation
to be miraculous.

I wake up missing
the love of the mundane
to conjure empty magic.

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