Salvation, by Melissa Gammill

Salvation

by Melissa Gammill

he twists my hair
in the dark
whispers
faint
sacred secrets

i'm the first
to know his dreams,
he says
the only eyes he trusts

i lie still
quiet
pitying him
for loving me.

he says
i'm his savior-
his fingers
clutching my cross.

but i sing
of no promiselands
etch
no scripture
in stone-

only listen
to nightly confessions-
my prayers
silent in throat

he says
i'm his savior-
fingers clutching
my cross
as i cling
to the edge
of another
hymn.

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