His eyes undressed me before his hands could I stood there bare, naked While his hands held me by my hairs And lips touching mine
He said, “this is for everything we had, I’ll never know someone like you again But I promise to find you in another life Where I actually falls in love with you”
Skin on skin, he was my angelic boy Until I saw that letter, an invitation to my funeral He was a god I always prayed on my knees But this time he wanted me to say goodbye
This is Scene 9 of The Altar I Was Denied, a short story in form of poetry.