spit polished heaven

written by evan young

you said “don’t be gentle unless i ask” so i carved your name in the sweat on my back tongue traced your scars like they spelled out grace your thighs—open gospel, your breath—my praise

we never lit candles, just cigarettes and flame your hips on my jaw, and you whisper my name “wild man,” you moaned, like a hymn turned sin i bit your lip 'til the truth caved in

god never felt this good on a saturday night i baptized you in shadow, and you pulled me to light

this ain’t love, it’s a wildfire kiss your nails in my spine say remember this you ride like a sermon, scream like belief we broke the bed and called it relief if heaven’s a place, it’s under your skin and i ain’t ever coming back from where i’ve been

your legs draped over my calloused hands like a throne for ruin, like a war that stands you said “fuck me honest, break me clean” so i unraveled slow in the in-between

you kissed like you owned every part of me like my mouth was a lock and your tongue held the key no safe word needed, no clock on the wall just you in command, and me ready to fall

lust ain't dirty when it’s spelled in truth i made a chapel of your thighs, uncouth every pulse, every gasp, every whispered “please” a gospel of sweat, and my mouth on your knees

this ain’t sweet—it’s sacred grit your body’s the altar, my tongue don’t quit you bend like fire, i break like glass we don’t fuck slow—we collapse so if heaven is silence after our sin let me die in your breath, let the rapture begin