lace like
a barbed wire fence
the last line
of defense
before everything
becomes senseless
again
for a while
that feels like
eternity
and we don’t want
to be anywhere else
don’t you look
demure
slipping casually
out of it,
straps fall past
your shoulders,
all that I dreamed
the look in your eyes enough
to set an army at attention,
what is it
sex and war?
is it in vulnerability,
passion and violence
of fighting?
could be why wars last so long
why there are always more after one is over
prolonged copulation
without conscience
or lingerie.
Never did I think
I would ever wish
to see another Nun
now there is you
in costume
I am a heretic,
always have been
dressed like a
has been priest
both of us ready
to get on our knees
you threaten me
with lipstick,
a seductive red
I would be dead
by morning
just want to bury
my teeth in your
neck and shoulders,
caress your thighs
with tongue and fingers
feel you tremble
at my touch
blessed are we
for we will sin
enjoying our
explorations of
each other
everywhere
we see fit
me into you
like some sacrament.