under the crucifix on the bed, i am held hostage.
your tongue, a knife to my throat

the grace at which you dangle your threats
above my mouth sickens me and i am dizzied

you tell me to hold myself still
while you clutch at my head
and push me down to drown into you

you tell me about god and jesus
as if enraptured by the violent movement
of your thighs smothering my neck

you baptize me over and over,
saying my name as if in pity

that i have never known this act of joy
and salvation under christ.

kreth faustino
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