Poem for #13

In that sweet illusion of faith, I met you
Your masculinity a draw
Throes of passion in the backseat of a church van
They watched us in secret jealousy

When I was sick
You brought me a rose

We kissed with intensity, but it faded quickly

I still remember your jaw line
Your mouth
The strict angle of your nose
The darkness of your eyes
Secrets about your family
Those memories a standard I held other men to

We jumped over the boundaries they laid for us
And you felt guilty about that

I was a dark temptress in your holy light
Everyone blamed me because you caved
Pure lust
Sin

I never went back to that church again