My lockdown lover

I won't question fate
as to why she decided
our paths should not collide
until time and distance
were running against us.

There must be a reason why
you stand before me
at your ripest and sweetest;
like an offering to a god
neither of us believe in.

Your body is a test of my faith
you draw miracles and magic from me
till I quiver and I waver;
weak at my core
and down at your mercy.

I want to bury you inside me
and pray for eternal damnation.
Oh boy.
Do you know?
your power is unholy.