you are

frayed kisses,
worn touch.
too much emotion
erodes.
as rivers carve mountains,
these abstractions
sculpt you.
you've deemed it your religion.
you bow to gods
that glimmer plastically
100 feet high.
lost souls
can get lost together
when one worships
that way that you do.
never thought myself religious
until I met you.
frayed kisses,
worn touch:
we are exhausted
with love.