Yet Another Prayer- Eden's Gate

Like phantom fingers

yielding my skin

are whispers of memories

of every evening

i could have sworn

Heaven was a place

gated by your lips

and hidden on your tongue

You kissed your way south

and i found God in your mouth

i'd let the afterglow

lull me soundly to sleep

and i was always you

i would dream about

even as you breathed

in the warm space; beside me

i would now sell my soul

to watch you dream...