Communion Poem by Joseph Martin III

I am your priest
kneeling before
the altar of your temple,
the sanctuary of our bed,
paying adoration
with a kiss.

my blessing
my curse
my resolution
my absolution

Taste of sweat upon skin
hard press of flesh
upon flesh, melting
melting and becoming
falling and transforming
something not me not you
but more than us both,
inseparable, within
and without.

Motion and rhythm
caught in the burning blue flame
turn and gyration
heartbeat and heartbeat
pulling closer
pushing deeper
into empty spaces
towards our epiphany
with a shudder...

Somewhere in dawn's first light
the faithful kneel towards Mecca
and pious men pray before the
Wailing Wall.

Our private offering
is no less reverent,
penetrating the divinity
within one another's eyes.

9/2003, rev 10/2004