8/8/10

I would make you my religion
and worship at the temple of your body
Taking communion from your lips, your breast, your thighs
I would die in you
and in dying live again
To die a thousand deaths
each more ecstatic than the last
All other women will be a heresy
A blasphemy to what you are
False idols, profane, lesser deities,
and I a disciple to your beauty
an apostle to your soul
Though I should burn forever
Burning would be paradise
to be with you