I am still here,
spine bowed like prayer on the floor ,
heart burning like a candle
you forgot to blow out.


Come home,
when your hands remember our softness.
I’ll be waiting—
still yours,
still lit,
still aching.

This is who I die for, Lord
I’m sorry I say this in Thy Holy Name
But it is not You whom I pray to nor praise

I am down on my knees for a new God

He does not judge me
He does not lash me for my sins
For He is my sin

His touch feels like the sunshine on my face
And He tastes of milk and honey
-
His voice is like a song of the sirens
And His scent is oh so alluring

And I cannot feel you, Lord!
How can I believe
When my real God is right here in front of me?
Before my eyes & before my touch

How could I not praise His Holy Name?
For it feels serene on my tongue
And Yours only when I’ve sinned
When I am on my knees
And begging for mercy

If I shall not lie with a male
As with a woman
Color me the abomination

I no longer worship those I fear
For it only comes with consequences

No God would bare His teeth
When His creations use their will as they please

We do not bite the hand that feeds
For the hand has been empty
And we are starving

His Name rings in my head
Like church bells on Sunday Morning
I want to pray to Him
-
To my never-faltering obsession

Send me to Hell
Because for all I care
My experience with Him
Felt like Heaven

Hold me like a weapon,
bite me like a sin,
and watch me burn—
because I’m yours,
wild and wanting,
and I want it—
every savage, filthy second.

One more moment in your presence.
That is heaven.
And everything else is exile.

Your hands are altars.
Your mouth is war.
I keep your gospel on my tongue
like a rusted nail
swallowed out of devotion.

Heaven isn’t real to me.
Only you.
And if I have to become the heretic,
the martyr,
the lunatic bleeding on the altar of your indifference—
so be it.

If
              You
                           Do
                                 Not
                                 Believe
                                In
                      God
          Ergo
Jesus
Than
WHY
Do
You
Participate
Celebrate
Religious
Holidays
Christmas
And
Easter?
Ulterior
Motives?


To Get
Gifts.      Free
Stuff

My poem resembles
The Question Mark ?
I called this Word Art
While some people have indicated it can be distracting. I like the challenge of completing the picture.

Inspired song

1) Tell Me Why
The Backstreet Boys 1999