Poetry

An Atheist on a Date

Just to clarify: As I said in the tags: this isn’t mine, but it is one of my favorite poems of all time. I cannot find an original author, but I’ve seen this all over. 

 

I kissed a boy

wearing a cross

around his neck.

His lips didn’t taste

like church

but his hips

felt like God.

I wonder what his pastor would

have thought.

I wonder if that

cross around his neck

meant more to me

than it does

to him.

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