Praying for forgiveness

in the back seat,

the rhythm of

our mutual worship

fogging the glass.

Breathless under the

watchful gaze of God,

we wait to be struck down,

our movement

against all moral code.

Baptized by primal

need, holy art thou,

tongue and hands.

Atoned by flesh

for flesh, we rejoice.

A prophecy of mutual

destruction by fire:

an eternal heat.

One’s repentance;

another’s sin.

The gnashing of teeth

and the gospel read,

to hell with us; to hell with them.