Benediction Poem by Indigo Hawkins

Benediction

Rating: 3.7


'Let the love of harlots be sanctified.' ~unknown woman

When you come to me, realize I behest
no edifice. Love me in a gutter
or not at all. I merely want to rest
my temple on your temple - to utter
“Hosanna” in the shared throat of a split
alley; to awake spread beneath heavens,
frank before your eyes of melted wax, lit
with a tart torridity which leavens
my body as if I were dough submerged
in a puddle of consecrated wine.
I will pour holiness as honey, splurged
on rose hips and sopping clothes: our benign
impurities to dulcify and bless -
I attest we have no sins to confess.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Edward Kofi Louis 04 February 2016

Melted wax! With the muse of love. Thanks for sharing.

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Rajnish Manga 04 February 2016

This is like showing a mirror to the society that drums up its high moral values all the time. 'our benign / impurities to dulcify and bless - / I attest we have no sins to confess.

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Jasbir Chatterjee 04 February 2016

love purifies everything. Thanks for sharing this poem.

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Richard Wlodarski 04 February 2017

Congratulations on Poem Of The Day. That being said, there is nothing funny about messing with the blood of Christ.

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Tom Allport 04 February 2017

lovely poem about the choices we make? and then live with.

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Ratnakar Mandlik 04 February 2017

Congrats on selection as member poem of the Day.

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Clarence Prince 04 February 2016

I attest we have no sins to confess. I attest!

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M Asim Nehal 04 February 2016

The true face of the society nicely explored.

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