Eat me with your arms.
Coax me with your
deprecating acts and
burn me with touch
of your fingers.
Throw me to the
wolves of your eyes,
Punish me up with the
guile of your smile.
Pull me to your bosom
to ruin me, like it's
your right.
Give me reasons that
sabotage rationality.
Trigger in me a theology
that's enslaves a
behaviour that's edgy.
Let my faith collapse
between your breaths,
and my prayers melt
on your tongue.
Let every sigh
be a sermon of guilt,
and every pant,
a hymn of blasphemy.
If sin has a shape,
let it be your silhouette-
holy, wicked,
and unbearably human.
and if you can go
beyond me, to fuck the
God I believe in.
Do it, so that
when my prayers
are answered-
all I can hear is a
moanfull satisfaction
of your name.