To Be Salacious With A Saint… Poem by John Tansey
To Be Salacious With A Saint…
To be Salacious with a Saint…
I want to be salacious with a saint.
Make love to an Ideal;
Consummate the idea with the flesh.
I want to be the body, in bed,
where a nun lies to sleep
and be the passion she embraces:
The orgasm of the celibate.
The God she loves.
The faith she endures.
And to know the lust that her love permits.
John T Tansey 4/07
Copyright ©2007 John Thomas Tansey
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4/24/2024 10:53:11 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Mmmmmm - some place many of us have been... I'm left asking why (for you or the assumed voice of the poem) is this the dream? I guess I'm looking for another twisted ending, & the twist of the whole hasn't the same surprise as your debutante poem (eg) . It's still beautifully done: you use the language well, & sparingly enough to let the imagination wander........