Sacrament

by Grotesque Angel   Dec 3, 2005


Angels hold the golden orbs,
Men all dressed in black,
Above us is the tiled floor,
As you lay upon your back

Form a circle,
Round the two,
Touch us neither,
We're meant to do

Suddenly my mind went blank,
For that fleeting moment,
I have touched the face of god,
Its me who you sent

This act upon more worlds are made,
Much more than that upon the blade,
Sacred are your giving hips,
I have done more than kiss your lips

© Copyright 2005 By: Grotesque Angel

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  • 18 years ago

    by Wings Of Flames

    Ok
    flow was of excellence
    meaning behind the poem was felt
    and depth was displayed through-out
    all ingredients for a great poem
    bon apetite
    lol
    that was SO bad
    Em
    with the h*u*m*p*y guy
    lol

  • 18 years ago

    by HJ

    Great poem...I loved the concept. Your diction and flow was flawless. Very thought provoing write with much visionary passion.

    Regards
    Hayley

  • 18 years ago

    by Wings Of Flames

    Ok then is that about suzie cause its very good
    I dont know how to comment good

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