Quiet Church In Your Ribs

You got a quiet little church behind your ribs

Candles in your pulse, every thump, another hymn

Silk dress pooled like wine on your skin

Neckline dipped low like a mercy giving in

Moonlight painting stained glass on the bed

Halo-light shaking on the curve of your leg

Breath like incense, warm against my neck

Every sigh a scripture that my hands dissect…. My thumb on your bottom lip, asking if I may

Body like a chapel you don’t ever let them stay

You say “we should slow down,” eyes saying “disobey”

Now I’m kneeling at your waist, I ain’t come here to pray….

Got my hands on your hips like I’m holding onto faith

All your little hidden fears written on your face

You say “don’t worship me,” but you pull me in anyway

Yeah, you pull me in anyway….

There’s a quiet church in your ribs, and I keep coming back to sin

Every tremor in your chest feels like organs kicking in

You’re the altar, you’re the wine, you’re the choir when you shake

I’ve been biting on my tongue just to hear your body break

In that quiet church in your ribs, I’m the only one you let in

Every smudge of lipstick on your throat another amen

If there’s heaven in your skin, I’m a lost thing leaning in

In that quiet church in your ribs, I confess with my hands again…

Sheets twisted like robes on the floor

My name falling from your mouth like an oath you swore

Fingertips tracing verses down your spine

Every curve a psalm, every shiver is a sign

You grip the headboard, wood starts to creak

Like pews in the back when the choir hits peak

Your nails dig in, that’s your secret choir

Gasping out my name like a gospel on fire….. You said you’re scared how deep this could get

How my touch makes you forget every line you ever set

But your legs write the truth that your words won’t admit

Pulling me closer like you’re scared I’m gonna quit….

Got your heartbeat racing like a midnight sermon drum

Every arch of your back saying “don’t you dare run”

You whisper “I’m a sinner,” I just kiss it off your tongue

Yeah, I kiss it off your tongue…

No cross on the wall, just your silhouette

Hands above your head like a halo I ain’t earned yet

You whisper “don’t stop” like a half-formed prayer

Voice breaking open in the candlelit air…Your heartbeat’s a bell and it’s ringing for me

Every shake of your knees is a prophecy

If your body’s a bible, I’m stuck on this page

Highlight every shiver, underline every wave…

There’s a quiet church in your ribs, and I keep coming back to sin

You’re the altar, you’re the wine, you’re the choir when you shake

If there’s heaven in your skin, I’m a lost thing leaning in

In that quiet church in your ribs, I confess and make you quake…..