my body is a temple.

he comes to worship nightly.

slams these doors wide open

knowing they were only ever expecting him.

my body is a temple.

he bounds inside,

starving for my holy water.

feels me on his tongue and can't help but praise.

my body is a temple.

he ambles in the door,

humming my hymns

with no memory of their lyrics.

my body is a temple.

but i think

he might be

losing his religion.