apologia_for_catholic_sex lycanthrope You wouldn't think it sexy, A son dead in some perfect mother's arms. Generations taught to mortify the flesh, And get a taste for it. Are told anguish and hell awaits, Beyond some beloved's pearled gate, But mostly find themselves not too chaste. Uniforms, plaid, and sexless nuns (fucking the deacon for decades now) cannot chase it out of them. Sad and Pious Faces Glad and Private Places They are taught they will suffer and do it anyways, Spreading across the earth, Each seed a story, That was Mary, that was Tom, That was Dierdre, oh lord that was Dierdre, Right up against the wall, Heaven help our home, Dripping with sin. Sad and Pious Faces Glad and Private Places Triumphant anger, hair pulling, hard consonant laden words, The stone rolled from the tomb, They aren't well adjusted, Just hot, With the devil at their backs. Sad and Pious Faces Glad and Private Places If you didn't sin, You'd have nothing to confess, It's your moral duty to sin, To relish in the crisp sound Of her boots unzipping that night, Because if it's always cheating, Always clearing off the office desk, It had better then be worth it. Sad and Pious Faces Glad and Private Places The squeeze, that night we laughed And said there are no safe words, nails down a back - Oh lord I am not worthy to receive you But only say the word and I shall be Well keeled. Sad and Pious Faces Glad and Private Places Fuck me me we both said at the same time, I genuflected for a bit and there was The real giving the lie like a host on my tongue To any immaculate conceptions. We fucked right there on a park bench. Without turning to face me, You dabbed sweat off your brow, and hid from the streetlamp in the crook of your arm like it was a Damascus light for which you were not yet ready. Sad and Pious Faces Glad and Private Places You commended your spirit - dropped arm, raised face - Came with the pious face Of a marytyr, And recovering your holy bearings, wiped it dripping down your leg With the bored high ceremony Of mass, of cloth on chalice. "Shall we," we said in refrain going on our way. Sad and Pious Faces Glad and Private Places 20 minutes later, At it again, A rosy rosary, In your friend's bathroom, And we confessed our sins So loudly the party clapped Upon our return. Sad and Pious Faces Glad and Private Places It's a story of redemption Born of flesh. The guilt just keeps us at it, Like any good lover, Trying and failing, moving ever closer, For those stolen moments When we are lit with fire And speak in tongues, of pentecost and penetration - Amazed that we can be both Sacred and profane. Sad and Pious Faces Glad and Private Places 170307 what's it to you? who go blather from