has my skin ever been the same since your hands touched it.

are you a god?
i swear i've seen your likeness before in museums,
sitting pretty on a pedestal,
above it all.

tell me boy,
where does the light come from?
and where does it go when the sun sets?

because i feel like i am the place the light goes to sleep in, because i am raging fires.

do you know love?
like know know it?
do you know love like you know the curve of my lips and the color of my eyes and the way my laugh sounds?

or do you know love more like you know a beach sunrise, high tide life, frozen hot chocolate, planting flowers?

are you a god?
for real this time.
have you seen heaven?
is it worth it?

or should i sin and fall into this fire.