Salvation

Erotic Poetry

The boundaries between the sacred and the profane have always been thin;

throughout history,

artists have used

the language of the soul

to describe the hunger of the body.

as my cunt hungers

a splurging wetness

that lubricates into my panties

so they fold and friction

I know it’s primal

a feeling non verbal

as we’re 10ft apart not even touching

there you in the front

likes pews rowed up

oblivious and holy

no I idea of the horror I fear

from wanting you so badly

to fuck me under gods eyes

as penetrating as your gaze

a liturgy of your skin

calling me to touch it, caress it

lick it loathe it like it love it

I approach you here in this space

not as a casual guest,

but as a pilgrim reaching the heavy doors of your inner sanctum.

a hush in the air between us,

like prayer

a silence shrouded in tension

the kind found only in cathedrals at midnight,

where every breath is an offering and every glance a vow.

In that space I see thy wanting

I feel thy breathing heaving breast

full with life and lust

I trace the scripture written in the curve of your collarbone,

a testament of grace

and goodness in what’s bad

wholeness in what’s here

I am allowed to read even worship

My hands, once idle, have found vocation

at the altar of your ribs,

counting each one like a bead on a rosary.

your my rite of touch

a passage

anointed

My lips to follow the path of a silent benediction across your throat.

My Offering to you

I give up the ghost of my restraint, laying it at your feet.

this Communion

this breaking the bread of the moment,

soft and warm, until there is no "thee" or "me," only the wine of our exhales.

They say the spirit is willing but the flesh is weak,

yet tonight,

my flesh is the most honest thing I own.

In the architecture of this embrace,

I find a different kind of salvation

one that doesn't require a heaven,

your reach and grapple and touch

you your breath and being

your words, your wisdom and seeing

I have found promised land

in the salt and heat of your skin

and in the exhilarating

feeling of your embrace.