My knees are bruised from loving you.
From prayer or restless passion, no one will ever know. 

You were my false god and I remember the bible said to stray from idols, 
but there you were,
perfect and stunning in grace.

And I bit that forbidden fruit without hesitation, 
and now I’ve been cast out 
naked and 
ashamed. 

I knew not to trust snakes, 
but what about boys with the faces of 
angels?