Other Lovers

Am I naive in my lust, an eternal virgin?
If I am, I can’t help it.
When I say eternal I mean fucked
forever, so every time I’ll be made
new. Be made a lover.

Do I worship any others? I give them flowers,
give them wine. I kiss them loosely,
I’ve become loose, in a sense - among the Gods,
I am so small.
I wrap only your shadow around me.

The others, I dance in. I take them
inside me, your light outlines them
in my wide, bright rooms.
If I were Christian, I know who I’d be,
but here I know only my lust.

I know only who’s loved me
enough to remake me,
enough to unmake what’s unmade me.
I try hard to fuck with humility.
I temper my virtues with lust

so they will be hard, and usable
as steel. I am fucked because I am here,
& it’s love of my light source,
although you’re inside me,
because you’re inside me,

because you’ve climbed into a cavern
that’s named for his love.
Come & take what overflows,
Let it shelter itself in your body.
Let me pray at the altar of body.