This is my litany, my soft lilting
Prayer to myself,
It expresses my heart—it sings my soul;
Listen to it, telling you who I am
Painting for you in notes and movements
The midnight landscapes inside my lungs.
Place your ear against my heart
And feel it beat out hot liquid
D notes. Making love to the
ear drums of you and I.
Feel it—feel it filling you with this—
this my litany, my soft lilting
prayer to myself.
And right now, right now it is crooning,
Crooning in a husky voice,
a voice thick with my arousal—
This my litany, my prayer to myself
It is a supplicant, begging me to bless it
With you…
With you
To abandon, to leave, to let go
The misgivings of my supposed morality
To be rid of, let go of, cast out
That foreign entity;
To give into, give over to, succumb to
What is really me—
This my litany, my soft lilting prayer to myself.
It is crooning, supplicating, seducing
Me to seduce you
To give my body what it wants;
It prays to my mind, Let go the
Super-ego*
Look to that part of thyself which is thyself
And to give in to, give over to, succumb to
My Litany.

09/23/2004

Posted on 09/23/2004
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