The God and Devil Discourse

I’ve flirted with the rain before,

He teased my sun-kissed skin,

Then dared me to embrace the storm.

But you,

Are my first,

And purest form of love.

I want to breathe your existence into my lungs,

So that your name,

Will always pass through my lips,

But I feel the contours of his spine arched against my fingertips,

He was a smokeless fire, a graceful liar,

A faithful reminder that I am but,

A fervent sinner, a constant forgetter,

On this rug,

Is where I seek refuge,

Is where I lay out all my cards,

I beg for you to forgive me for all that I am,

I beg for you to guide me in all that I am trying to be,

As I throw my head up towards the sky.

I’ve flirted with the moon before,
He told me not to listen to the sun,

Then asked me to sleep with the stars.

But you,

Are my first,

And purest form of love.

I want to breathe your existence into my lungs,

So that your name,

Will always pass through my lips.

But I feel the contours of his lips arched against my fingertips,

He was a groundless believer, a perpetual fever,

A faithful reminder that I am but,

A house of mirrors, a coalition of pretenders,

On this rug,

Is where I seek clarity,

Is where I use up all my cards,

I beg for you to bathe me in your faith,

I beg for you to wrap me in your mercy,

As I throw my head up towards the sky.

Unstitch me by the hem,

Unravel me by the thread,

And answer me,

As I come to you,

Bare and undone.

For you will always be,

The purest form,

Of any love,

I will ever know.

– Nisa Lee