Held in the Arms of St. Francis & the Virgin

It tastes like all my night

when I'm at the bottom of the borough

sheets burn around me

through the night

Consecrate me

Conserve me lover

In the sills of your love

in the cells of your palms

from the womb to cell

break me from the belly of ship

let me crash upon you

Consecrate me my lover in your rectum

in a rehabilitation center where athletes seek the best care

I break into you

Consecrate me I want to love you in Syracuse woods

in Sonnino love me against lamb’s wool

I am my sister's wife keeper

Consecrate me

in the discretion of sisters

nuns loving

and hating jobs that ask

with fangs barred

Source: PoetryNow (2019)