God in the orgy

“Gods and monsters” was my inspiration. It was what my broken mind told me to believe in.

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My eyes meet his across the bodies
Like a young god he put me on my knees
They’re around me and he is inside them
When it’s my turn it feels like a poem

The way he smiles forgives me my sins
When he touches me it’s on the skin
I wanted to worship him and light candles
But someone has already made him a temple

I was given a name and substances
So I could feel God inside me in silence
Art was screaming: Creator and creation
Reality whispered: he can’t be your religion

In front of him I was tamed and leashed
Felt like a prey but they said I was a beast
It was my turn again so I tried to memorize
When he comes I’ve reached paradise

God touched all our bodies there exposed
and despite all my praying the truth was told
when he called someone besides me “chosen”
my heaven turned grim and my soul, broken

I fled from the angels but left with one
Loving him there was my ugliest corruption
“Now look at your god and say goodbye”
I hugged him stronger but nothing justified

Photo: MARCUS HANSSON/FLICKR

Poems in English

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