between sins

between sins
I am

the white
skeleton of a home

before the walls
are erected; while I'm

waiting I
kiss translucent and

weightless
as plastic wrap;

the pillow is
under my head

before between
my legs; between sins I am

zero breath;
not even the blue

of the horizon, but
whatever color nothing

is
at midnight; I am

between sins a star,
combing waves for their

single sound;
between sins
I am

music decomposing
to the form of purity, a

point

.