Tuesday Poem by Adetoun Samiat

Worship
(for Olamide’s lover)

Your body is my religion:
god is your neck,
god between your thighs,
spirit in your arteries.

Let me kneel and moan
praises to your limpness,
till you rise to my aid a third time.

Let me give myself to you,
a sacrifice of the self,
burning from within,
molten lust pouring down
two devout mounds
on my chest.

Let me grab your holy of holies,
or grab the tip of your holy of holies,
till the spirit begs the tip of my tongue:
go forth and spread the gospel.