faith screams

aching for
something
anything
absolute

bodies are
instruments
of worship

primitive
sounds pushing
into each
other

wanting not
to destroy
but to dominate
subjugate
each other

pain bleeds
pleasure
like a pig

a sacrifice

and I realize

everything is
made of word

and word burns

and I realize
when I
finally
stop feeling

I won’t
need word

to express
what I felt

but until then

I need to form
these disguises

and wear them
out