Gospel

Velvet, faint flannel; cologne scent stains on sheets.

We framed "desire is sacred" here, we made our bed.

I am rent, revealed and rolling. I am lust, complete.

You are steady, you are fierce. You are ferrous thread.

Inside of me, you thrive. Blossom, pomegranate seeds.

I feel full, I feel high, I feel you, I feel rapture. I feel God.

Submission, sweet surrender. You are water, salt, need.

Silent night, secret beloved. Leave me new, leave me raw.

We're alone. You can be young, be potent, be able, be heard.

Exist in all things, give me life, drive roots through my earth.

Pull into me strong, masculine divine. Holy gospel, sacred nature.

I can give you spirit. I can bring you communion, ecstasy, anchor.

Pell back these sudden layers, fall into me and complete.

Be afraid, be open, be amazing, be inspired.

All things that scare you, form you, make you feel - be.

Fistfuls of sheets, soft cream and honey weathered.

Holy verse, hallowed ground. You fill me, feel me, need.

You are God, the Holy Ghost. I am bread, body, blood.

Pierce me. I am your church, your pulpit. Command, lead.

I am resurrections, a second life. I am a strong, secret flood.

Purgatory, perdition, heaven or hell. Prayers written, broken.

Let me roll stones. Let me search. Let me explore. Let you live.

Give me truth, my judgement. Fill me with your verse and vision.

I am a disciple, lost and willing and able. Guide me, find me, give.