Crucify Me

Love is a form of possession
Two become one, sometimes involuntarily
Infatuation smells like frankincense and myrrh
Lust fills every pore and crevice of the body
Occupying every lobe of the brain
Dilated pupils burn at the sight of a bright white light
Give not into temptation
Fingers in my veins gripping tight forcing me to confess
Repent for my sins
Deliver me from evil
Amen

Reviews

[Lathen Griffiths]

This is the second time I’ve come across the word ‘crucify’ today and it struck me just what a powerful word it is, your poem ‘crucify me’ lives up to that.

Lathen