awake to chirp of morning doves,

and rings of four missed calls from your father

he said you were fundamentally soft–

soft of girlish flush in your cheeks and

jawline, flesh tainted with flowers 

how nature consumes us. 

stirring your coffee, three sugar cubes

five drops of creamer how you love it,

the way you love me and

your father calls again, he says

sin is seeping into your veins, 

with every breath you steal from me how it

consumes you.

your father called you

ignored it.

through buzzes of desperation and holy pleads,

you told me i was worth more than hell—

that damnation is mere time-out if it meant-–

if it meant his father was god then so be it, 

god was nothing kneeling beneath the judgment of love

three sugar cubes, five drops of creamer how you love it

six missed called from your father, ten new sins

you consume me.