Let my mouth seal a kiss for you
In the mute statues of the Saints
Let it touch the elegance of
Their sparkling vestments
My lips have conned the
Fragrance of the temples
The hum of the sacraments
The taste of bread and wine
My muscles and my
Hands come to pray with zeal
Unveil me,
In the mysteries of God’s words
That complete the divinity
Of my poor heart.
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