By: Julia McGolrick
let me worship you
he whispers ever so gently
get on your knees, then
i reply, the flames igniting in my pupils
he drops to the floor
his skin graces the ground and it sounds like a plea,
like submission
his gaze holding mine the entire time
a doe-eyed supplicant
he kisses prayers across my feet,
continuing the holy utterances up my legs
and finally,
he sings the most sacred song
into the tomb that rests between my thighs
as i arch backwards
and turn my neck skyward
i gasp, uttering an invocation to god
and silently ask myself if this heaven
or the most sublime depths of hell