Sacrifice

SACRIFICE When you speak to me your words become a procession of monks softly singing prayers in the cathedric night. When you come to me your movements become a seamless ritual consecrating the vision before me. When I reach for you I swear that your hair like rhythmic sunlight becomes magnificent becomes Song of Songs. When you look at me when your eyes rise silent deliberate like a messiah I become Meekness. When you settle beside me like mist your fingers become a celebration a baptism to my flesh. When I touch you I sense that your breasts are sacred as mosques and that my fingers become Humility. When you lie below me like an empty alter I sing holy holy and my body becomes an offered lamb.