typa man who thinks he’s in love

after one good fuck and is

all over town with anyone sweet enough

to smile and say I need you—

still   let him sing your praises for a night—

spread and let him drink till his thirst

governs your body    let him tease you apart—

no use now in being held together—

come undone then let him beg to be inside you

like it’s his first time after a million first times  

accept him   not so you might end his suffering

but because it fills your need   makes your body

the body of christ   his only salvation from the will

of the flesh    be anointed by the fusion of sweat

and know its you who is holy    your lust the cleansing fire  

the abolition of hell on earth    let him thank you  

let him kiss your feet   and sweetly pray in your name  

amen