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.
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08/20/05 by LeBroz in NY - too far from Atlanta
Oh, what an Imp! You speak so sweetly; I want to sin! Reminds me of an old story, the question being, "What is necessary to obtain forgiveness from sin?" as the 6 year-old answers, "Sin."
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08/20/05 by Jennifer C
Your Poem was mentioned in Saturdays Review Thanks for sharing ~ ~ Jenn
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08/20/05 by sophia jane
That's a helluva prayer Imp. Well done
oh my
08/21/05 by Anonymous
Wicked girl !!
Vivid
08/23/05 by logophile
And sharp. Your words cut through some heavy lines here and make everything oh-so-real. Nicely done.
leave it to the Imp...
08/23/05 by Belegon in Southern California
...to provide me with a new definition for "religious experience" *grin* Daring and delicious Imp.
well, bless me!
08/23/05 by OhMissScarlett in a blue state
I know you're not supposed to covet your neighbor's poem, but I really wish I'd written that one. What great rhythm. Thanks.
Let's hear a big Amen!
08/28/05 by Bill Dada in state of rapture
I am ready to drop to my knees in prayer. Finally a religion for the rest of us.
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