Sweet as sin

February 27, 2018

He holds me in his mouth
and I think – for once –
my body is not an object.
He holds me in his hands,
pulling skin between fingers
and I think – I am
the goddess I was named for.
I have never before been
worshiped by a man and now
I feel his name echo
through the catacombs
of this once dead body
a thousand times over.
Sweet as sin, steady as prayer
tumbling past my lips
when he lays himself at my altar.

KMS