Testify
Of course I have worshipped
At the shrine of the holy
dick –
Love was spelled about and
into me
Like a craven curse attendant
from birth
I fell and fell and fell
in Love,
Wetted, alive in the spillage,
Bringing forth many children.
I sacrificed tongue for
tongue
In the sacred secret places.
A common godly experience
I studied like a catechism
–
Sister to sigh, slave to
touch
Illuminated, small, in angelic
spotlights,
Turned in perpetual curled
embryo
Transcended by a man’s magnificence.
One can attempt to prepare
for baptism by
The Absolute Church of Desire;
One can read of tears and
fear and be unready
For the exuberant wetness
of that fire.
Spent, heartbroken, just
in from hell,
My heaven-fed tongue struggles
to tell, to tell.
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