Under the pew.
The apartment elevator.
The station wagon.
No one looking now.
Door closed now.
Windows fogged now.
Touching.
Tempting.
Tasting.
Testing.
Trusting.
Bible space
Between me and you
But not really.
I’ve had a husband.
I’ve had a child.
Yet-
No one has been inside me longer-
Than you.
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