Oh Sweet Jesus Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka

Oh Sweet Jesus



Seeing you forces me
to shed my monk habit
and flagellate to hell

No wonder a habit
does not make a holy man
when a sweet nun like you

hides beneath it
It makes me cast off
all my good intentions

wanting to plow your mouth
as if it were holy ground
and the more I dip

my fingers in holy waters
the more
my evil intents trickle

Friday, October 5, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: archiving
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