Surrogate Sin

The purgatory of potential
brings me to passion's altar:
prostrate acolyte.

Bless me, lover, for I would sin.

Take this, and eat of me.
The body of lust.  Amen.

Though neither my hope
nor my prayer,
I lead myself into temptation.

Annoint me, lover, for I must sin.

Take this, and drink of me.
The blood of trust.  Amen.

Though neither my promise
nor my pain,
he delivers only rapture.

Crucify me, lover, for I shall sin.

For thine is the kingdom
and the power
and the cock.

Hari-kari, full of disgrace
hallowed be our game
though I covet another
who art my heaven.

Before him I may kneel
in systolic communion,
but I shalt not fall
for my surrogate savior.