pristine

"To the pure,
all things are pure"
--Sir Richard Burton

Serene as the dawn
My fingers sink into your flesh
You yelp, I proceed
My countenance unflustered by your trite display of terror

As clean as a god
I bite into your flesh
It takes some effort but I break the skin
Your blood tastes like communion wine

It seems like a strong wish
Made holy and made real
And I wonder how it can be pain
If it brings me such ecstasy

My grip keeps and strengthens
It breaks a few small bones
But this is only physicality
The spirit sanctifies my need for giving others blessing

Unchanged from my loving you
I streak your back with holiness
I choke you like an archangel
No angel needs to breathe

And intrusion is silent
You ache and burn with me
We're both made holy in the end
Forever we're pristine

This is no sin, Jerusalem
It causes me great joy and thus
Whatever she may say
she only wants to make me joyful

For is that not everybody's quest?
The sacrifice for others' gain
I love her, ergo she loves me
She gladly gives her flesh for me

This is not rape, how can it be
When I am made with pleasure free
I sacrifice my selflessness
So she can give my body bliss

...I'm raising her to God's right hand...
...I hang myself in Heaven...