I want to be your angel
with a heart forged of
and formed in
pure devotion
You are the dark perfection
of precise light
falling beautifully
upon the beloved flaws
of the failing
flailing
laws of God
You carry your own individual principles
And i ponder your practice
There is madness
on your mattress
my mistress
priceless princess
pristine priestess
Diabolically delicious
devilishly viscous
killer kisses
rob me of rest
inspiring my interest
reminding me of everything
except resistance
You are everywhere
a cross
all distance
in an instance
I pray only
to be imprisoned
where there is no sin
or substance
heavenly space
where
I am a witness
in submission
In your temple
my temptress
tied tight for all time
I tithe to you my mind
and spy the sky
for divine signs
Will you be a lamb or a lion?
Carve scattered
sacred scars
cast in scatters
across my naked heart
like splattered art
leave me
mad at the stars
as they are shattered apart
so far
its a farce
but know
there is no
above or below
there is only growth
to those with wise souls
as your mystical minstrel
your devoted poet
who wrote every moment
I can never judge you, my love
because I love you, my judge