by rose butterfly
At first I thought<br>
how strange to talk of Jesus<br>
and salvation<br>
here where passion is stroked,<br>
carnal celebration provoked.<br><br>
It gave me pause, (Am I witnessing<br>
the rebirthing of a lust-drenched soul's<br>
lust-quenched search for home)<br>
pause to think of Jesus as the Dominum<br>
rose butterfly His submissive,<br>
pause to think of self-flaggelation<br>
on the road to Bethlehem,<br><br>
Of centuries of satisfaction<br>
Holy Catholic and Apostolic Church<br>
the medieval BDSM of religious ecstasy<br>
entering God in Orgasm. The interconnectedness<br>
of God's creation, God's creatures,<br>
make lusts a prayer of preparation<br>
opening up to God-entry.<br><br>