fashion your altar
from the tongue
in my mouth
i shall never
cease to sing
your highest praise
use my bones
make them yours
as a temple
wherewith you grace
with your blessings
and with all
the living skin
of my flesh
carve your image
that no one
shall ever forget
as i whisper
of your name
then every knee
shall simply surrender
and every tongue
soon shall confess...
that the sweetest
most sacred sacrilege
is the sin
to savor you
nothing ever better
nor would you
give any less
used to be a fragment of a poem i wrote before, but kinda reimagined.
*explicit but worth it*
still thank you for reading^^
