Really Just

A Poem by Capaneus

sensualized play on religious words done lyrically

Really Just

    So the neighbors think she's religious
    when she's really just serenading me
    Cause it turns out she's a blasphemer
    when my elbow’s cradling her knee
    While I pound round my profound nina
    her sermon sings out the prophesy
    of the resurrected Venus
    in the edict of repeated ecstasy

    Yeah
    the
    neighbors think it's a revival
    a recital on divine authority
    With a mantra moaned about arrival
    and dear Lord don't stop fecundity
    while I orchestrate unbridled
    symphonies of sensuality
    Our instruments seem liable
    to sprout a whole devout majority

    Yet
    the
    neighbors think that we're religious
    Most prodigious in our praise and piety
    Wailing on like it's our business
    to cheer the Lord on from our friary
    While it might be sacrilegious
    to desire a divine inquiry
    into our nightly visits
    to the palpitating pleasure priory

    yeah
    her
    sacerdotal dissertation’s
    indication
    Impending Kingdom Come
    a benadicting celebration
    of creation
    by hedrosapiens

    Ceremonial sensation
    Spontaneous consecration
    Deeply devout implications
    making perfect biblical sense

    God is Love!

    God is Love!

    God is Love!
    Sacrament.