Sacrilegious

how agonizing to be

evanescently desired

never ardently devoted to

holy matrimony

for the day

or worse

the night 

never in real life

outside the shared sacred space

where we lay 

confessing abysmal sins

my mistake

to receive sweet nothings

into my heart as gospel

instead of seeing them as the blasphemy

they turned out to be 

how dare I

believe someone who’s word 

in all other aspects of being

is worth gold