There Was a Tattoo of Religion Upon Her Lips
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
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