Sunday, March 24, 2013

Worship

The light is eclipsed
Overshadowed
Undermined
The fires of the world bowing before something greater
The light is in service of curves
Accents on a form
Highlights as told by nurturing nature
The curves round to the navel
the point B
A above, abreast of warm skin
C centered downward, the contents of which demand, order, compel me
The word wrapping itself around me
"Fall to you knees"
My decent is enthusiastic
"Raise your lips"
I pucker with vigor
"Worship"
I sing praises, recite contos, wrap my arms around my idol
Devoting my self to repeated climax.

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