not at all.
it's not a place of prayer,
although it
could
be in the moment.
but it's
a sanctuary of sorts
two
people lying side
by side
in the aftermath
of love.
how truth is easy
to come out
in these moments of
shadowy sheets,
of hearts
slowing down.
what words are said
are
real.
arms and legs entangled,
thoughts
racing through both
your minds,
will there be another
time.
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