sharp neon lights fall gracefully
onto our conjoined, twisting, pulsing bodies
Jesus Christ we are exhibitionists to,
his molten plastic eyes absorbing this erupting sin
we are sheltered 'neath cheap pine lecterns,
held hostage by a holy spirit coursing through
our veins, undulating forth till your climax rattles
the ancient clerk
Thoughts? Want to try and redeem me? |
