I
My secret is placed on your cheek
and mistakes have blown with the wind
in this place where we’re in a kiss
I blow you my love, and when it lands on your cheek
it’s my heart that next wants a kiss
it’s my lips that call out to your lips
and my hands are all on your skin
like a fingertip tracing a verse in a Bible.
II
I’ll catch you like God says he’ll catch the grieved, the sad and the sick
all that I have and am will love you like the devil loves sin.
I call to you like the worship songs call to the Holy Ghost
for you are to be kissed like the son of man was on his feet.
III
What God has decreed
is that love is a gift
unwrapped is my gift
with your name stamped on it.
Toxic love’s been soothed
by the antidote, you.
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