She leans forward
Into me
To pounce upon
My faith in God
And expose it
As a fantasy
In which I hide
For comfort
A way of avoidance
The need of reassurance
But I assure her
He has long since
Ceased to comfort
Or crutch me
More a dagger now
Embedded in my breast
A wound in me that bleeds
A blessing
The wound of love
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