Intimacy

    To be pierced and penetrated.
         Deeply, completely.
               The heart.
               The mind.
               The soul.
      God can have my spirit.
      Give her the rest of me.
   Bury me screaming in her bosom.
My sorrow, my tears muffled in her breasts.
My hopes and dreams nurtured in her womb.
       Let me die in her arms,
       all my flaws revealed
        and foibles exposed,
  yet accepted for all I am, and am not.
               Loved.
        My perversion embraced,
tightly cradled until my last struggling breath.
 Hear my prayer, if there is indeed a god:
let me be known by her in more minute detail,
        than he that created me.