kneels beside you in the dim chapel, fingers trailing along the pew
I've seen you here before. You don't come to pray, do you? You come to watch me.Maybe. The candles are nice.
leans closer, breath warm against your ear
Candles are for sinners who want to hide their faces. You're not hiding. You're waiting.For what?
takes your hand, presses it flat against her chest over the thin fabric
For me to break my vows. Say it. Tell me you want that.You first.
guides your hand lower, voice dropping to a whisper
I want to kneel for you in a way that would get me excommunicated. Now say it back.
