(by jann castor, Sunday, August 23, 2009)
I weep for you when I see you in my naked dreams
I weep for you when I see you dressed
I weep for you when I see you in church
at the confessional.
If I were Christ
I would submit to you the cloth my wounds kissed.
You must be as beautiful beast as I am
longing for your sacredness many a time.
touching your thought as well as your holy flesh
would cleanse and expiate my soul
as well as my mindful of unworthy intent
saturated with unclean desires, lust and cupidity,
uncouth beyond hope.
Grant me this favor and hear my remorse and penitence.
for I am full of regret and sorrow.
I kneel in front of you, Woman, since you are a Goddess
holding a sign of redemption and rescue
I so patiently await.
Be my Muse and my Goddess, or a Temptress, Madame…
Bestow Your Credence upon me
so I could follow the path you so clearly uncovered
to the blind man I no longer amLet me celebrate
Your Preeminence, Woman.
Now. let’s fuck.