I saw you over there, lustful man. I braided **** ribbons in my hair so they could make you think of wrists and feet and places of interest. Ribbons of heat curling from the effort of not watching me. The devil leaves a sinful man who fights within himself- The devil leaves the sinful man to battle lonesome. The devil knows what you do not- you'll never leave as victor. I pass my glaze of a glance of sigh of a slight turn- you de-watched me too. That is to say you watched me so tightly you had to un-think me with purpose. You had to descend on those deviant rungs step ginger down, rung by rung by rung and you stopped half way between me up here and me down there. and oh! what a glorious place you stopped. The holy place of me- where I am still a Mary and a Magdelene? I've yet to be.
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i lay down my vanities like oranges at the altar. i pour out my pride like water from the Krishna- sodden ribbon of faith runs around and over and through your hands and i lay down my face on your lap and i lay down my face on your map of the world and the oceans whisper under my ear and the future is a boxer inside of your chest throwing fist- bom, bom after fist- bom bom at the shadows on the wall. and i lay my faces down all five of them- six of them. and i lay them down to be eaten by the dogs. while they chew merry on my presentations, my false introductions. i look to the night sky of your face and it looks like it may rain. sorrow rain. snowflake fractals falling on my cheek- great rivers of regret and sorrow and restraint. i look up Rigel Kentaurus is shining from somewhere deep inside. and i find you, and i find my way around the black hole inside you and i move swift around the comet that is me. fire, fire, pieces of planets and fire fiercely forcing it's way through the universes until i finally hit a force stronger than i. i shed my clothes. as naked is the eyes that see me, true. i shed my pride. as forgiving is the soul that nurtures. i wear your adoration like cherry blossoms blooming i wear your eyes, i take them from you to see me, to see me and i do not disappoint. i am naked and beautiful and modest just as you said i would be. beautiful vessel the Gods choose well, so i lay my silks and finery at your feet. blossoms in the sacrificial bowl. let me lay, just a little longer, on your lap that is the world let me lay here while your hand of the softest gossimer fingertips rides the bumps in my spine. let me find myself in your lush silence and in this divine be forgiven- oh! That I find myself forgiven.
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