making art out of sex is religion

on my knees

I repeat

my beliefs

this is my design

my own simple line

my odd little rhyme

this is my design

this is my poetry

screaming for privacy

no time for chastity

this is my poetry

making art out of sex is religion

my twitching addiction

my spiritual fiction

my promiscuous depiction

guilty religion but this

is my design

and sublimation contains

the sublime.

at least at night time

it does.

I stop.