song of worship

By: Julia McGolrick

let me worship you

he whispers ever so gently

get on your knees, then

i reply, the flames igniting in my pupils

he drops to the floor

his skin graces the ground and it sounds like a plea,

like submission

his gaze holding mine the entire time

a doe-eyed supplicant

he kisses prayers across my feet,

continuing the holy utterances up my legs

and finally,

he sings the most sacred song

into the tomb that rests between my thighs

as i arch backwards

and turn my neck skyward

i gasp, uttering an invocation to god

and silently ask myself if this heaven

or the most sublime depths of hell