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breath stained wood



He repeats his request through
triangular holes cut through breath-stained wood

tell me how you have sinned
show me how you have sinned

You move your head
from between oiled thighs
to glimpse of confession and tease.

Who is the better man,
the fortunate one who feasts on god's miracles?

this is how you want me
wrapped in latin and velvet

with prayers crying to Jesus,

please lead me to the fiery passion
only your father could have created

You press in further
reminding me whose face holds my fate
and I cry the names of the father
his son and this holy man who holds me hard in his grip,
sucking down my deliverance.

God and man pull for ownership of my prayers
until the only name I can speak
is yours

You want to be my god
and I kneel before you
knowing the moment I kiss your feet,
they will walk away


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