the fear of the softness, of the reverence, the vulnerability 

the fear of being seen in that place 

the shame of previous profane thinking and acting 

the fear of remembering the connection with him and the reverence the sacred opening, remembering, remembering

the words, the prayers, the songs, they penetrate me, I am split open

my passion shows on my face, and in my body, my deepest desire

sacrifice, to make sacred, everything that I think is, or was, profane

my teeth are pearly white, I sing the Song of my Highest Destiny 

I want to be lying down when the serpents come alive 

and start to dance. Vase Body