Worship

The weight of you in my hand is rock solid,
like a pound of steel encased in soft flesh
that responds to every touch with
fluttery freedom

No silver spoon protects it and it's never
been through any window
but it is sucked in wonder and caged
gently with kisses

Don't get too lost now in what I say
just follow my words like salty breadcrumbs
to the altar where I stand before
the lord Priapus

Anointing him with a glistening bath
Hungry lips anticipate every drop
he salutes my touch as I await
his sacrament