The first time I've ever felt another girl's lips against mine, I swore I saw God. I was fourteen and at the bottom of the baptism pool.
It was empty, but it might as well have been full of water just like any other given Sunday because that night I was reborn.
I am fifteen now and ever since that night I've been on the path or righteousness.
I bow at the alter as I speak to you now.
I drop to my knees and raise my hands above my head, reaching for salvation. I part my lips and wait for my communion.
My bread and wine.
The body given and broken for me.
Leah tangles her fingers into my hair and pulls my head closer to her.
This taste is just as sweet as my first.
She opens her mouth and a chorus of angels sing my praises.
Her grips becomes tighter.
My communion cup begins to overflow.
I speak in tongues until her rapture becomes my own.
She trembles with the Holy Spirit and calls for God but he is not here.
Here, it is only us.
There's only truth.
