I slay my fears
and place them on the altar,
the last obstacles
preventing our union.
Though a pagan, I kneel,
sing the hymns,
pretend to pray,
repent, beg forgiveness.
I rise and approach,
vulnerable but ready
to surrender beneath the light
that shines through stained glass.
There on the sacred block,
I lie wanton, ask
for the taking, my conscience
now clear.
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