'Let the love of harlots be sanctified.' ~unknown woman
When you come to me, realize I behest
no edifice. Love me in a gutter
or not at all. I merely want to rest
my temple on your temple - to utter
“Hosanna” in the shared throat of a split
alley; to awake spread beneath heavens,
frank before your eyes of melted wax, lit
with a tart torridity which leavens
my body as if I were dough submerged
in a puddle of consecrated wine.
I will pour holiness as honey, splurged
on rose hips and sopping clothes: our benign
impurities to dulcify and bless -
I attest we have no sins to confess.
This is like showing a mirror to the society that drums up its high moral values all the time. 'our benign / impurities to dulcify and bless - / I attest we have no sins to confess.
love purifies everything. Thanks for sharing this poem.
Congratulations on Poem Of The Day. That being said, there is nothing funny about messing with the blood of Christ.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Melted wax! With the muse of love. Thanks for sharing.