He came.
a catalytic tornado
exposing me.
He penetrated me,
and after I had knelt in front of him
I would not
be able to kneel before
the Virgin Mary again.
He swallowed me,
and I was drawn
to him
like the water
going down a sink
being drained.
He caught me,
as I hungrily gazed
upon his viscous eye of the storm
and sank deeper
into his hazel eyes.
After,
he held me,
and I knew
that I would not wear
an alter boy's robe again
nor take the body of Christ
between my lips
since I have tasted him.
