Friday Poem: Devotions

Devotions

Hands reach out in supplication.
Yearning, a desire to take hold
of this significant moment
and to keep it, holding it here.
Pressing it between the flattened
palms of both your hands, and raising
it up, meeting parted lips that
will bestow a kiss of welcome
and desire, here, on this vessel.

We would kiss these holy symbols
as though they're almost as sacred
as the genitals of lovers.
Take a drink from this deep goblet,
then you'll learn - and know - the calming
centre of a true devotion.

Prostrate yourself for this god, here.
Offer yourself as the altar
for desires of your own body.
Now, let yourself go, and come feel
your own powers of creation.