On these church steps I beg your innocence
Come dear Delilah sit beside God’s love child
Black birds burning with words we seduce
Our raging sex wild fire Sunday coffee hour
Bells rang long ago for mothers to go home
Gargantuan wooden chair reluctant witness
Curvature texture of skin simmering within
Earnest desire in broken hell we conspire
That weekend darkness fell upon winter spell
Damage we had done voice on the telephone
Regretting whatever pleasure: crows in a cage
Our love tortured was consummated on stage
So we dared face death in all glory and shame
I possessed otherworldly poet language-thief
Conqueror pimp mounting wounded mare
Molested body carved philosophical bosom
Hunger for doom indeed love itself had died
Lovers male female shaking the birthday tree
Summoning other lovers immemorial black
Candle lit room mother stepfather beside
Oh mad woman of forest this great manifest
Drag you screaming into the land of Israel
Come back as Georgia stand before a deity
Drums welcoming dance a sacred dance
Blend within these walls magic kingdom
Christening the history of our flesh
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