BILLET-DOUX
Cara Paleschi
We used to fall asleep with your fingers
in my mouth because I learnt at Holy
Communion that I must eat my God.
Sex with you is a requisite. Your storm
opens the heavens. In bed, I wake you.
Oh, Idée fixe, idée fixe, idée fixe.
Imperative to make the distinction
between love and obsession, though you and
I cannot. Religious bones by nature.
Lamb of God takes away sins of the world
But hark! That doesn’t apply to us. We are
foolish, sex obsessed thieves. Water to wine kind.
Blood soaked through towel to sheets, My dirty pants in your wardrobe. Nothing between us clean.
in my mouth because I learnt at Holy
Communion that I must eat my God.
Sex with you is a requisite. Your storm
opens the heavens. In bed, I wake you.
Oh, Idée fixe, idée fixe, idée fixe.
Imperative to make the distinction
between love and obsession, though you and
I cannot. Religious bones by nature.
Lamb of God takes away sins of the world
But hark! That doesn’t apply to us. We are
foolish, sex obsessed thieves. Water to wine kind.
Blood soaked through towel to sheets, My dirty pants in your wardrobe. Nothing between us clean.