Clergy

I cried
in front of you,
like a sinner
before the clergy.

Your words
melted
on my tongue.
Sweet
and empty,
like cotton
candy.

For the life of me,
I can't
get the stick of sugar
off my lips:
it's making me
sick.
You're making me
sick.

Together
we were
gods.

Saviors;
flower pressed
and savage.
Radiating
quiet horror,
and black
rage.

We tore into
one another,
to find
our own
divinity.

Gutted
like a mine,
you found yours.

Leaving me to
bleed,
from the throne
to the clergy---
you found
Yours.