Damned

     

Come, you, bearer of light,

touch me, and eat me,

hold me tighter and feel me…

…gorge on me…

…and taste…

kiss me and chase all these ghosts away,

devour me and delve, pour your bad things in,

expel and fill up

this little

sin bin. Roll me in roses

and let the thorns tear, let the saints

and the angels stare,

like fire,

and the glowing stars,

the bricks of this castle

leave holy scars, whenever

we crash them down, and you and I

crawl on the ground in something

the others

call shame and dirt;

to us it is simply a courteous confession

of hard nights and tougher lessons

learned in gospel days,

and we scratch and beat, and caress

them away, however we please…or need…

and barely able to see or breathe past tongues,

and breath and pleasure and greed, we fall

to our unrepentant knees and pray one another, 

lay your hands, and your eyes,

on me, and have nothing to say:

let it rain, my demon,

lay down, 

be damned,

and stay:

we have sacred hearts…now sell me your soul…

what else would we do today?