Him.

I found God in the safety of a lovers arms
and sought redemption through the touch of his lips as they linger upon my unholy skin.
I was taught at a young age to wash my hands clean of sin,
not knowing that these same hands would someday warm his chilled heart.
A heart that would soon become my shelter from this frostbitten world.
He ignites a fire within my soul that I thought the demons burnt out a long time ago.

Oh, and even if he never loves me,
he'll always be my blessing and when I run my fingertips across his freckles
the stars watch enviously as I connect the constellations on his body.
He has taught me that we are so much more than flesh and bone and blood.
We are the products of hate and pain and sin,
but we were molded from love and comfort and forgiveness.