Religious Experience Poem by Sarah Elizabeth Clark

Your bed, the closest I've been to God's grace
Your body, makes a believer out of me
Upon peaks where you take me, I can see
Creation is written all over your face
Above and beyond the confines of space
Inside you are whole, outside I am free
In that moment, life is all it can be
After, I'll fall in that dangerous place
Attachment is weak, or so I've been told
Curse of the feminine, expected to wail
So I'll try to escape you, once we are done
Yet, I believe, I am certain to fail
For I cannot resist the strength of your hold
And we are the greatest thing under the sun