- Erotic Poetry
- An Unholy Benediction
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Ensnare my wrist
in your fevered grasp,
feel its flutter-pulse
beneath your thumb,
Unhinge my soul
Tongue the bend
of my exposed nape,
fingers rake and rifle my hair,
cheek pressing cheek,
Seeking futile absolution
Anoint my forehead
with your kiss,
Searing (the fire)
Silent (the guilt)
Secret (the sigh)
Wash away this delirious sin
Our naked bodies cleave,
kneeling supplicant at the altar
throbbing,
twining,
tangling,
Unhallowed adoration
Arms outstretched,
hands clasped,
skull pressed against slick corpse-cold marble,
fingers intertwined,
pebbled light-dark-light-dark-light,
Bare beneath weeping multicolored glass
A divine vision,
spell of spectral sight,
transgressing in this hushed
House of Holies
Ours,
a dangerous,
desperate,
damned
communion
Common-Union
Thighs yield and slacken,
my core beckons,
it thunders; it quakes,
Thrusting, rending rapture
Ash on your palms,
A veneration
A desecration
Cloying smoky-sweet incense,
vision veiled by grey-blue haze,
tendrils wisping, wending, aloft,
Ancient and ascensional
Your lips
intemperate,
inexorable,
enkindled,
glorying my bared breast,
Teeth tethering taut nipple
Spine arcing,
neck extending,
beatitudes flowing from my lips
Echoing,
Ecstatic,
Exultant
Wreck me, lover,
slake my parched concupiscence,
surfeit my unsated need,
consume my dripping desire
This,
Our sacrament,
Our unholy benediction
- COMMENTS
chthonicjourneysover 1 year agoWow. I've a lifetime involved with literature and a deep love for the sacramental and your poem just sailed so sweetly into both worlds. In its fierce compression, visceral synesthesia, verbal intelligence and interfusion of erotics and religious experience I haven't read anything that comes close in ages.
Donne would have loved the lines:
Wreck me, lover,
slake my parched concupiscence,
surfeit my unsated need,
consume my dripping desire
This,
Our sacrament,
Our unholy benediction
And he would have recognized something quite rare and lovely about your heart, psyche and soul.
As much as you would recognize him in this:
Batter my heart, three-person'd God, for you
As yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend;
That I may rise and stand, o'erthrow me, and bend
Your force to break, blow, burn, and make me new.
I, like an usurp'd town to another due,
Labor to admit you, but oh, to no end;
Reason, your viceroy in me, me should defend,
But is captiv'd, and proves weak or untrue.
Yet dearly I love you, and would be lov'd fain,
But am betroth'd unto your enemy;
Divorce me, untie or break that knot again,
Take me to you, imprison me, for I,
Except you enthrall me, never shall be free,
Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me
Very, very nice.
Thomas
LadyAmethystover 1 year agoThe good Catholic girl I used to be smiled as she read this one. Well done. 💜
elizalooover 1 year agoWith this exquisite compositon of words you have elevated the measure of poetry submissions on Lit.
Erotica, religion, sex...the bar has been rasied to a Heavenly degree! XO
