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Dams
The minister lays his hands on me.
One against an empty heart.
One against an empty mind.
He reassures me, “I have control”
and takes me under.
I flex my fingers
feeling the first sacrament
getting in my eyes.
I await the Salvation.
I await the Surface.
I wait.
My eyes flutter open.
I try to speak
and my lungs flood.
He’s drowning me in his smile.
I’m suffocating in the flood from his eyes.
And suddenly, theophany,
roaring like a plane lifting off.
She recessitates me with a kiss
His shirt is soaked with water
I see her above me
His body creates a beautiful angle against mine
She tells me, “breathe love,
there’s life without a savior.”
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