He who became a cosmo

Your words
tied my tongue to yours
uttering incantations on bated breath
a wish bent on catastrophe
you fell helplessly
into my world after me
The Hands in prayer
became the same around my throat,
turning a church girl into a heathen
I swam up your thighs
like that snake in the garden,
toiling up your body,
and coiling around your heart,
sinking deep into your thoughts,
as you explored my devilish design.
you bit adams apple once again,
drawing blood
as I ripped through your walls
and tore apart the innocence
like a veil being removed
in an unholy matrimony
marrying our bodies into breathing poetry
as the ink seeps in and burns into our skin.