Revelations
Dark dirt grave; dug up for evenin
Last rights whispered to last loved seasons.
Rosehip curves lured to Venus
Cold tips, hot breath;
droppin' Jesus
Prayer bruised knees lifted as praise, open palms.
Back-seat, back road;
iron tinged teeth, soft leather mouth.
quaker shakin'
White stone sliced; bled warm over earth untilled
Soaked through, lost shoes.
Called unto Heaven
The Sacrifice
I hold your offerings at my altar.
The curve of your smile,
dark and wicked.
Your eyes roam my body, greedly.
My form, sensuous and caprious; an old god molded into flesh.
You covet me in all forms but it's my soul,
Flippant and omnipresent,
you long for most.
I hold your offerings at my altar.
Your desperation is unmistakable;
wholly mortal; beyond my own understanding
I am divinity beyond devotion,
yet not beyond desire.
I hold your offerings at my altar.
