- Erotic Poetry
- Surrogate Sin
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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.
- COMMENTS
sassynycabout 16 years agoall at once creative and disturbing. i still don't know how i feel about the sacrilege.....but so well written
Bill Dadaover 18 years agoI am ready to drop to my knees in prayer. Finally a religion for the rest of us.
OhMissScarlettover 18 years agoI know you're not supposed to covet your neighbor's poem, but I really wish I'd written that one. What great rhythm. Thanks.
Belegonover 18 years ago...to provide me with a new definition for "religious experience" *grin* Daring and delicious Imp.
logophileover 18 years agoAnd sharp.
Your words cut through some heavy lines here and make everything oh-so-real.
Nicely done.
