Sacrifice

the fear of the softness, of the reverence, the vulnerability

the fear of being seen in that place

the shame of previous profane thinking and acting

the fear of remembering the connection with him and the reverence the sacred opening, remembering, remembering

the words, the prayers, the songs, they penetrate me, I am split open

my passion shows on my face, and in my body, my deepest desire

sacrifice, to make sacred, everything that I think is, or was, profane

my teeth are pearly white, I sing the Song of my Highest Destiny

I want to be lying down when the serpents come alive

and start to dance. Vase Body