The Touch

It is not I my Lord, who have sinned against my flesh  
I have carried the weight upon my shoulders of the world upon the fire to my cheek has been felt  
As I take my last breath to crawl to you for the light of my daily salvation  
Allow my fingers to touch of thou to deter my deprivations  
My womb bleeds of distend from sunrise to sunset  
 
Barren from the creation of a lovers touch, of his generational of seeds, tears of furlough have wept  
The indention of stones, as my feet carry me to a land of promised gifts  
God allow my chants to your ears as they softly drift  
The atonement in the midst of the roaring waters as the tidal wave capsize me    
Always anchor the thirst of my soul back to sea  
 
Refusal to abide by what speculation thinks, do, or say  
The Ten Commandments was written to be exalted in glory and pray for the fool, by that it may  
By the way of the heathen, I shall walk this beautiful ascending journey of euphoric incantations  
Embed upon the tree of knowledge, my sacred affirmations  
 
As I walk my path in serene, peace  
What mouth can judge the path of another when the Moon, Stars, Sun, and the Sky are out of reach  
I lay upon thistles and thrones  
Between my thighs, passion from men lust, desires, to tickle their loins    
Just a touch of the thread of your helm to relive the persecutions of my sins  
Allow the evil deities and the yearns of my fornication's to flee me, as so the Jinn  
   
Touched  
Go my Child, you are healed