Worship — Sex vs. Spirit
At the confluence of souls,
I shed the vestments that encumber.
This rite is the communion of the universal faith.
Time transcended,
Space suspended,
The laying on of reverent hands
Revives the fading forms
That part their lips,
Drink from the cup,
And genuflect in passionate surrender,
Professing their devotion
For this incarnation’s gift.
Mystics,
Leading lives of passion, panting
Fervent, heated prayers,
Would say such worship is misguided,
For these idols, fallen in rapture,
Are energy,
A vital force,
A pulse,
Poured into veins that throb with lust
To assert command
Over lives they’ll never truly own.
Performing paradise, entwined,
We forsake the here and now
And find that immortality
Is never-ending transfiguration,
And ecstasy,
A temporary means to a timeless end.
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I like your stuff – they’re words that describes the energy of my art.
Perhaps in the future I might like to work with you on a project.
Have a look at my website and let me know what you think.
I just wanted to introduce myself after reading your beautiful poetry.
Best
Phan
Phan, what a touching comment, thank you! I wish I had been able to do a collaboration with you back then. Haven’t been on WordPress in a few years, but I’m wishing you all the best. ❤