Your Vessel

Before it wrote this it had to lay in the puddle of precum that fantasies of You leave it with.      
Thank You for helping it find its voice    
It discovered it through the variegated welts that You left on another's needy flesh    
It heard its conscience speak    
Echoing in the polychromatic bruises on their hungry vessels    
It saw all of its senses wrestle    
May it kiss Your cane before You begin to work Your magic on it?    
In the scoring of Your kaleidoscopic illustration      
Violence thrives    
Intensity hides    
Each sting of Your thrash tattooing Hickeys in 3D      
It'll call this the abstract series.    
Where the canvas always cries      
out loud in vibrant reds and yelps in deep purples.  
That rip the thighs    
Please allow its tears to instigate the swing of Your energies swift saturation    
And motivate the smack of delightful agony against its tender body    
Make it into an extravagant rainbow of pang    
Its hollers will inspire each splash of color      
It'll be a swollen blue  
but only for You      
resembling Pablo Picasso's blue period.    
The only thing that could've made his work better was hearing it.    
It knows that sound.    
It's a high pitched muffled squeal      
The aftermath of cold chill    
If only he knew how red could feel.    
The rough of a fruit's peel.    
Like hot disaster and menacing laughter.    
The force of it scooping hues of orange.    
The first emergent in a lashing.    
The bitch hushed and skin blushed.    
Face flushed and blood rushing.    
She has been kind to it.    
Far sweeter than greens and browns.    
See they're a scratchy groan.    
The corners of mouth foamed.    
Consecutive torture day 3 in a row.    
When pigment glows.    
Paint it, Master.    
Let's get lost in the creative nature of Your Beast.    
Where Your spectrum is the only one that ever existed.      
When it popped each rubber band upon Your instruction it was humbled by a real man.    
Each pop against its inner thigh as if You were reading one of the ten commandments. Each order a promise to always hold it accountable.      
Thank You for this edification      
Thank You for accepting nothing less than the best version of itself.    
     
Humbly At Your Feet