Tuesday, June 27, 2006

Trilogy

I make love to
Summer heat,
Oppressive
As the essence
Of your presence,
While I pray for rain
To wash you away,
To cleanse the filth
From brittle skin,
Licked by sin
And the tongue
Of my trilogy,
My legs spread wide
All too willingly,
For minister,
Grandfather,
God.

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