The details of your history are stained glass on my tongue, the future written in six senses upon our pages. Honor my heart and I will honor your thirst; honor each other and render faith from this body. As I nurtured your passion, so too will I nurture your forgiveness and soothe the aches of time. My love knows no end.
A divine trinity are we, my Remus, my Romulus - come in silence, come in grace. Desire is a prayer, this bed a chapel. Sacrifice your guilt on my altar, and know you were broken so I could have you.