Breadcrumb #325


His fingers astounded me

His fingers played me better than my ex,

In fact

His fingers played me to the rolling hills,

To rollercoasters,

To just eyes rolled

In the back of my head --

A grin on my mouth

A grin down south.

A grin.

I saw the brightest of colors

I heard the sharpest of sounds

I felt light;


Felt my heart and every pound.

God was like, "Yo, what the fuck?"
Priorities forgotten:

Bills huh? Loans who? Rent what?

With his hands, he blessed me

Though my body was his to worship

Like a memorized prayer

He knew me better than what he could understand.

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