- Erotic Poetry
- Worship or Warfare
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Worship or Warfare
Purify me, justify this desire
That drowns me in a darkness
A strange moral holy war,
With what may be sacred,
With what might be profane.
I only invited him into me
Where I was thirsting,
Where I was hungering.
Rescue me, lift me higher
I am consumed, my body arched
And aching for his white bones,
Ah, those delicate, fine fingers
That make music pounding
Through all of my spaces.
And, weary when I have finished
With his sweet, salty flesh.
Save me, show me heaven
Where I have tasted
what could be hell,
may be a good thing,
might be a bad thing,
how easily he slips through
my softness like a knife,
wielded with sure destination.
Enlighten me, let me see,
If I am any closer to some
god, or some devious devil?
For, these pleasures played,
Without any question of faith,
I have to wonder of this desire,
such motivations, the intentions,
is it worship, or warfare?
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