Sunday, December 21, 2008

POEM: Faith

your fragrance is sage that purifies
soft thighs the pew
into which i rest;
open welcoming hips
the collection plate
into which i am tossed;
round, tossed charging breath
the choir of my heated skin;
the divine and profane
on my lips to your tongue
when love drips
white, clear and vicscous
from my soul to yours
from my eyes to yours.

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