Friday, January 30, 2015

Penance?


I did penance
In the silence of my soul
The endless repetition
Of mea culpa’s birthing
By steady replication
A stalagmite of desire

Mea culpa
Mea culpa
Mea maxima culpa

In psyche’s vault
I knelt to pray
To heaven, congested
With words piled on words
It was easier to kneel
Before the body of desire

Mea culpa
Mea culpa
Mea maxima culpa

Forgiveness
Could not quench
My thirst
No grace
Could lead
Me home

Amen
So be it
I rose in the glory
Of desires full bloom
I stood, and
Fell in benediction

I rose, raptured
With a kiss
Cast out from the garden
I came home, to myself
Lusts longing now

At peace

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