Boundries

In the house of flesh
The beams of hard cock
Hold up the roof of the mouth
It stands bold
Despite the creamy moisture
That has set pond upon the foundation
A naked body to be called vanilla sky
Devout religious tenacity
In purging the temple of every pocket once dry
Gnawing on tendons to severe the levy
A secret moat
Explodes to become a waterfall
I doubt at this point
You’ll ever return to church