Pelgris

You are a sacrament made holy by debasement
Made glorious by the sweat and ecstasy of your flesh
Made exultant by convolution of your mind
I taste you on my tongue transubstantiated into need and desire
Your kiss becomes my miracle
Your saliva my wine
Stirring my blood to churn
You are my altar,
my goddess,
my saint of desire
Worship with me