Hands on your thighs
White knuckled, lets go slow
Sharp breath
Too fast to hold the count
Can you do that for me?
Fall open with flexing tendons
Shaking lowly
(This is what the rope is for)
But I sink further
And I feel that quiver
When you swallow air
Because this is backwards, you think
I am the one unrestrained
But I want to show you something
Holy
So I push and pull against you
With that power you covet
And wield so often above me
When I am wanting
But this is a different beast
Entirely
Unlike when I have lain
At your altar
And parted my lips to drink
From you with blind faith
And you pour fourth with
Force and purpose
Until I runneth over,
This is me ready for my taking
Ready to strike
and pluck that sacrament leaking
From your throat before you can catch it
and reel yourself in
(In spite of me)
This is how I pray
On my knees
(between your legs)
With my head bowed low
and careful discipline, lets go slow
But I'm not the one coming
apart now,
This is bread and wine
From my lips and hands
unyielding
I will not be swayed,
The mewling beast inside your chest
Shakes
(I hear it begging)
And it's such a rare thing
I am convinced it's
Holy
So I splay my palms
Open for your sacrifice
And lay them upon you
Until the noises you choke back
Sound like prayer too
In the quiet space
Between your skin and bones
I am Alpha
The beginning of your undoing
You allow yourself to be
Worshiped
So rarely
I'll take my time, let's go slow
And when you are broken
And cracked open
Enough to hold me like
possession
I am Omega
The end of your resistance
I'll pull you down into
Believing
This is surrender
And it is
Holy
Ties pulled sharp
Limbs shaking, let's go slow
Eyes closed
Too tight to hold the tears
Are you still with me?
Breaking with a desperate cry
Tipping point
(This is the pilgrimage)
But I am not done yet
And you reach for my temple
An offering of lamb
With whimpering pleas, giving thanks
And devout loyalty
I want to touch you with
Reverence
So I lift you back up to me
And clothe you with lips
And fingertips
Because you have shown me something
Holy
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Dysphoria
Poetry"I dreamt I grew roots and sunk into deep earth, Where mud became my skin and dampened grains freckled my surface, I opened my mouth wide for the sprouting branches Leaf-speckled limbs And sunflowers blossomed from my eyes, Sunlight bled in waves, w...
