Desire

This is an uneasy meeting, for I need share with you

some uncomfortable thoughts,

Incense smoke indents this surgery’s ceiling,

My betrayal serving the tension, in wisps of denial.

I have heard you cannot trust me anymore.

I have never fallen before,

And it was only after a fleeting glance,

After all she IS the Virgin Mary.

I touched her, and felt for her womanliness,

I foolishly imagined inseminating her,

The Christian faith teaches that she was seeded by a spirit,

So that a special son could be born,

Her smooth skin that was warmed on a hot crystal night

by a being who outreaches stars to this very second,

And how vain was I to think I was capable of its reach.

The Virgin Mother tempted me perfectly,

Sensually parting her marble skirt, showing me her womb

It was exquisitely loomed, clinically speaking.

And feebly, when I caressed her pale, stony complexion

I never looked into her eyes, for she guessed my intention

And upon rejecting me, for she returned to her mothering,

She, having saved me from me, forgave me of my sin,

Commandment 11: You shall not create a new Son of God.

Mother Mary rejected me in favour of you my patient,

My warm-blooded artificially inseminated to be

When I touch, you will have the protection you desire

My attempt at being Mary’s second lover is formally over

Yet there are virginal men who are called to love her

And you and I have this new faith to share together,

Inspired by the story of the Virgin Mary becoming a mother,

The divine in you and in me that we would rather.

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