Blood and Guts: Helena Lazaro
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November 16, 2005 12:39 AM

Born Again

I give myself to you
completely
the way that zealots
give themselves to God;
singing with palms turned up
and eyes closed.
I’ve found my religion
in your touch.
I’ve found my salvation
in your kiss.
I’ve found my redemption,
because when you hurt me
it leaves me feeling
purified,
a fucking penance.
I prostrate myself
on the altar of your
queen-sized bed
for ever
and ever
amen.


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Comments

i like the religious undertones of this. again, great work!

Posted by: ms. sizzle on November 16, 2005 12:01 PM

I likes. Very much.

Posted by: justin on November 16, 2005 03:07 PM

This poem feels more like sex than actual sex.

Posted by: bill on November 18, 2005 12:23 PM
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