Divine Voyeur
But that is what I hear when I am told
She’s coming, and God is in it too.
I hope it’s true, that lust lived out in white
Will then be mine. But on that hallowed night
Let’s not bring up the fact that he’ll be there.
We are fluctuating, emanating heat,
Impassioned sweat and fragrant moist release
Of unloved tension, indulgent fever pitch
And soul egalitarianism.
Odd to think he must be in this moment
Though we shouldn’t be embarrassed, shouldn’t mind.
I mind. To think, he’s kind of like my dad,
Not some sex-crazed and nymph-like deity
More fitting found in paganistic rite.
My father hoists me up in muscled arms.
I wait with bated breath as through a sea
Of stars and ever-spreading blue he moves me,
Away from perverse frictions, and on toward
A different sort of life, a night where she,
Who is faceless yet, lies nude and shadowed
By his pearl-light moon. My desire suits this.
He sets me down beside this flesh-robed soul
Whom he has also placed, and makes us whole.
But that is what I hear when I am told
She’s coming, and God is in it too.
I hope it’s true, that lust lived out in white
Will then be mine. But on that hallowed night
Let’s not bring up the fact that he’ll be there.
We are fluctuating, emanating heat,
Impassioned sweat and fragrant moist release
Of unloved tension, indulgent fever pitch
And soul egalitarianism.
Odd to think he must be in this moment
Though we shouldn’t be embarrassed, shouldn’t mind.
I mind. To think, he’s kind of like my dad,
Not some sex-crazed and nymph-like deity
More fitting found in paganistic rite.
My father hoists me up in muscled arms.
I wait with bated breath as through a sea
Of stars and ever-spreading blue he moves me,
Away from perverse frictions, and on toward
A different sort of life, a night where she,
Who is faceless yet, lies nude and shadowed
By his pearl-light moon. My desire suits this.
He sets me down beside this flesh-robed soul
Whom he has also placed, and makes us whole.