Feel you seeping into me

New warmth, queasy rush

All my troubles laid to rest

For a moment,

Prostrate at your feet

On my knees again

Dancing with death

That morbid tango

Or is it a hustle?

Does it matter?

On my knees again

Begging for salvation in a bag

Sweet relief of oblivion

All my troubles laid to rest

Sanctify my secrets in a pool of blood and

Liquid Jesus.

On my knees again.

 

© M.B. Refior, 2005