Holy, Holy, Holy Lips
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If I had holy lips, my mouth would bring
Them to the sacred spaces that all know,
Especially those ones our seers sing.
Sublime prophetic lips would overflow
With praise of body parts that I have known,
Those parts that clothes have hidden, panting, wet
With urge and hallowed want. My part, like stone,
Would find its way through God’s excuse for sweat
To sacrosanct commandments of the need
For furred fulfillment. Lips would open wide
The instruments for sharing of the seed,
Those lips make possible the thrusting slide.
My lips would find your lips, our lips find lips,
