inside an editorial
and trapped
between unfamiliar lavender sheets
a lion, perched on a pew between us
leaned on her,
a video, playing above our heads,
showed us tiny whispered orgasms
disconnected from us, but two in the same
and before, a church, to fast forward so lights can flicker
like stars eventually bound for darkness
just as a thousand bells rung
outside,
how, how would i still not be thrust
a gift of love?
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