Her Erotic Prayer

 
Her Erotic Prayer


Come worship in my temple
your tongue gowned by silence,
thy teasing vibrations disperse my slack, exchanging
it for a rigidity that is even softer, looser,
an improvement possibility impossible incomprehensible.

The noises of freedom from anonymity is thy silenced tongue
unleashed, teasing, speaking tongues unrelenting and unremitting and unforgotten for they never were
learned or incapable of being self-taught.

My pleasure sprouts mushrooms in my loamy foam,
thy rainfall nourishment, seed plant growing life morning borne,
thy tricked up sonnets played within my hearts harp,
tunes never known but come from the land of plenty,
my new promised land.

Teach me where the apostrophe goes, the comma and
why the question mark is curved and dotted like my body,
why we need punctuation to separate the first from the next

Trees weep as if every dry rain petal is instantly imbibed,
wanting more for my swollen by thy passions,
I cry out
my ice storm, my thunder, embalm me within the
electric spreading in my veins shocking steady constant.

Thy name thy name I beg to give thee a name
to understand what has befallen me.

You can call me by my favorite of
all my seventy two,
your first baby squeals and
even now in human manufactured agreed upon symbols, and words,
every utterance a prayer heard and answered.

My name is a heated and unbroken
hallelujah,
I am thy God, and you, darling you,
my beloved


By nutbuster