The Blood & The Bones

Your lips taste like Sundays in bed and forgiveness not often permitted.

And I know you are left turns when I must go right.

But I’ll be damned if I don’t and damned for what I must do.

So, I find myself often beneath the weight of your body and your love and maybe your lies.

For I tell myself it’s senseless to stop now when it feels so good to go too far ..

~LL