"My Saint"

There is no stairway to Heaven for me. It’s been removed along with any semblance of a signal to be used. I’ve burned my white flags so surrender isn’t an option. Instead I’m opting for the path less chosen, heart frozen. It would have been easy to submit to your whims. Oppress me with your faith while you press me with your flesh. I won’t object or contest. Cross snugged comfortably between the cleavage of your breast, dangling from that necklace.

 A sinner in the path of a Saint.

 Will you save me? Will you smite me?

Or do you like me? And do you still say those prayers for me nightly? I dare not say anything that comes from between your lips is wasted. But Queen, save those tender words for those with tortured souls and with goals to enter gates yet unseen.  If I find nothing along my path and if you reach a dead end, we’ll meet in each others Heart and laugh. Exchange notes, and start again.