There Was A Tattoo Of Religion Upon Her Lips

Written by: Glenn McCrary

If like a sponge she acquired the ability
To ingest the amour that I have for her
The possibilities of establishing a new religion
Lie concrete and sound as the images
Of her body and mine as one

If ever a chance arose to fix a woman
She’d be just the gash to mend
And the scriptures would be her satin skin