My Personal Religion

I don’t believe in God

But her lips tasted like Heaven

Her matcha eyes would quench my thirst

He blessed me with her presence 

I’ve never been to church

But I clutched her like a rosary

Her nectarous scent would pull me in

And her silken hands were sanctuary

I’ve never felt the need to pray

But her divine embrace became my altar 

And the tears that fell from her cherubic gaze

Were as renewing to me as holy water

I’ve never been profoundly devout

But my religion unveiled within your kiss

And loving you became my only moral

Because your gaze was my everlasting bliss

Author's Note

I'm back I think. First two lines are borrowed, but the rest is all me. Same green eyed girl.

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

A clever take on spirituality here. To make a god of the human can be dangerous, though. For the flesh is ever weak.

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

Profound symbolism speaks to the nature of what truly is divine. Love is a church, one that I would be proud to always worship.

[Pete]

must be some girl. some people do light candles when they make love. such passion of commitment here. he seems thankful in a religious sort of way. he clearly worships her ... :)

[barleygirl]

There's something irresistibly sacrilegious about this. I get a sense this message is subtly thumbing one's nose at all the trappings of religion, as if to say: you bible-thumpers have no idea how ecstatic ecstasy can be! What makes it feel like a spoof --> you HEAP ON the religiosity, almost as if the exaggeration is intended to make us laugh at how silly it would be to choose "the rapture" over THIS! I love the sensuality of your writing, but I got distracted by the seemingly tongue-in-cheek biz about using religiosity to express sensuality (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and the speaker genuflected to her love...
made the sign of the cross on his heart...and then gave it to her.
wonderful analogy here.
j.