Deviant
Fill my head with all your Sin.
Your Hunger.
Whisper to me your most perverse desires
And bring them forth.
My body is no holy vessel.
Insatiable, it aches.
For you to make sacred the profane
And desecrate me with corruption.
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“Make sacred the profane”
This whole poem is a most daring declaration!