Bring me something like
worship,
…I heard it’s Sunday today;
bring me reverence,
abject honour,
in all that you say,
and do,
now
strip me down
to bare bones,
to be kissed
and caressed
in ever-dulcet tones
of prayer,
where we admire
every inch,
unwrap all my robes, take a
candle
and singe my soul
at an altar of truth; confess,
and on my
knees
I shall worship you, in
return,
more beautiful than the light,
pouring oil, or something
like it, to
gracefully anoint;
drink,
consume,
turn true passions
on; and you and I
have religion, made
all our own.
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