Holy Communion

Softest Steps of silence in this strangley erotic place.
Marble here from heavy steps to altar. Cathedral ceilings for prayers to you, 'My Jesus.'
Don't speak... Not here - The ground is too Holy.
. . . Left those little Post-It Notes in all the right places:
The mirror in the bathroom.
The dash inside my car.
And most exquisitley; in my lunch where you left a strand of rosary...I smiled We were going to
church again...
I love these little escapades.
Quiet now as we tip-toed to the altar "a renewing of our vows"
You in your respectful robes and i as nude as man's creation.
Whisper sweet nothings like 'Our Fathers' in this place.
Perhaps when we are finished here, we can ease into the confession booth. Seventy-five hail
Mary's for this little mortal sin.
Maybe God will cover up his eyes-Voyeur.
...But for now we'll stay right here, My body your altar And you'll offer blessed wine to all of
those pink parts and drink of his blood from swollen pink petals.
Stripped of your robes 'My Jesus' we'll make Holy Communion.