Holy Water Poem by Aimee Kiefer
Holy Water
I am not a religious woman,
but given half the chance,
I would call in sick every Sunday
to worship at the temple of your body.
I have never been baptized,
but in the warmth of my bedsheets
the sweat that drips from you
is far more sacred than any Holy Water.
I have never felt the Holy Spirit
move inside my wine-drunk soul,
but I have felt your godly touch
bless every inch of my cursed frame.
I have never been saved,
But I swear, if I were armed
to the teeth with your love
I could break through the Pearly Gates.
I am not a religious woman,
but I have come to lay
my body upon the pyre.
Absolutely romantic piece of poetry that resonates with literary conviction, elegantly brought forth with artistic brilliance. A beautiful rhetorical poem. Thanks for sharing Aimee.
the sweat that drips from you is far more sacred than any Holy Water. Is a wonderful vivid concept. Making love is a Godly gift!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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I have never been baptized, but in the warmth of my bedsheets the sweat that drips from you is far more sacred than any Holy Water. beautiful way of describing all that is in your mind. thank u. tony