Sins on my knees

Sins on my knees (27th May 2008, 12.15am)

Knees hurt, sore on stone cold floor,
I beg for more, impassioned and alert;
My body and my blood I offer up;
I raise my hands that hold my heart
So far above, looking down on the world
Like a song bird, stuck on one sweet note
Until I cut its throat to still the echoes
Of a love that makes me gag and choke.
I’ll match my sin to yours, if you’ll let me;
Make a deal with God that he’ll forget me
While you hold my head in both your hands,
Closed eyes, Moses seeking the Promised Land
As you make me swallow your warm lies;
Lovers’ promises caught in their sexual disguise,
Sneaking into minds that bend to stronger wills;
My knees creak as you seek your thrills
In my throat. Afterwards, I kneel, remote
As you pray for the sins that made me choke.