Friction Starts Fire

I saw you again And volts of electricity Crept into my veins, And love, Still and frozen, revived. If only you saw me For when two stone touches Friction starts fire, Like palm on skin, Breath on lobes, When you speak. I hear the ringing Of Sunday bells, When the chosen worship And I worship you. I was damned, love, For you were my church. My frailty I confessed to God, For I was guilty of pleasure Turning cheek from his light. But love, this time is fine, Like our Sundays, Start from the start.