I need a place to hold your spirit,
so I make my liver a tabernacle
for no soul but yours to rest within me
a slowly sipped espresso martini
fogging up my mind and buzzing up my heart
not a smidge of bitterness found in our love
no tannic wines extracting,
just a sweetness poured in
and a burning desire for
more    more    more
closeness, oneness,
transubstantiate me, baby—
be a holy union with me