1st Poem: Hook Up

A part of one, meets a part of another

He-blend-she tie the soul

Causally

Burn the knot

R&B smoldering smoky

Love translates into lusty fire

Burning at the box-knot

 kind that ties

oneuntoanother.

2nd Poem: Intercourse: The First

Hands of air scoop mounds of clay

Push puffs of pure clear breath

Into clay-pink lungs newly formed.

Part of one fills another…

3rd Poem: I’m Tryin’ To  F*** You: To The Girl

Fiery intent

 impulse burning to quench

Heart on fire

 dross reveals

Midas’ curse.

Mind heavy with Pyrite

 Limbs move across the space of truth

Disconnect, separate.

The gold is cold as death and hate

Lodged within your loins.

4th Poem: Your Reasonable Service

Loins. Created in you. The square box speaks

Filth into them, intrigue, sin.

Little rectangular black book speaks

Holiness into them, righteousness,

Worship: which is your job.

Gold letter’s glisten, whisper

Invitations to the altar of

Running, driving and walking

The altar of breathing, sleeping, and speaking

The altar of proclaiming the Creator’s

Worth. Intercourse:

Mingling of breath, indwelling of

Ruach… pristine, like your loins.

This is your job.

5th Poem: Repressing Sexuality

R&B is the devil. BET is

Like unto temptation. Yield not to…

The words say your body is

A toy, object, dick or pussy.

Hip-Hop is sin and your body is

Nothing of any great weight; not gold

Not the apple of anyone’s eye.

Sex is slime and H1N1.  Yield not to temp…

The Ruach in you, they say, is

The temple of nobody. Worth only, a matchbox

Hotel, one bed, one sheet, maybe two pillows.

6th Poem: Holy, the Kind God Accepts

Holy and Acceptable: This is your job.

God rest in his multiplex compartment.

He is Lord over

Emmys, slippery bills, common head cold

Master of all from head to navel

Lord of all from knees to soles of feet

The middle ground is,

 In the mouths of our hero’s,

“unclean.”

The breath of life begs

For someone to do their job

The kind that’s acceptable

The kind that lives

A worshipful life of intercourse

Contact, communion with Ruach

The one called, HaKodesh.

7th Poem: Making Love: That Sex Thang

A vase

Empty

Sits.

Hands, for one thirsty mouth

Pour

Alcohol,

Arsenic

Acidic Coca Cola

Urine

Feral semen

Over the lips of the vessel

So come gimme a hug

Come gimme a hug.

8th Poem: Male and Female Created He Them

For this purpose a Man shall leave

Mother and Father and cleave to his Wife.

Sex: the joining of two bodies

Intecourse: the contact of Ruach and ruach

Sex: the living is equal to Worship–

Is abstinence.

Worship: Squeezing the worth out

Of swallowing, opening eyelids,

Lowering lashes, parting lips and opening mouths

Joining bodies or

Joining your ruach with Ruach…

There is no other joining.

This is your job.

9Th Poem: Sex and Religion Shrines

We are defiled

From the pulpit to the pew

Each one filling another

Each one, joining in a way

That can never be Ruach-Union

Never be Ruach-One. We sleep

And sleep in king beds

Queen beds

Back seats of cars, pouring emptiness

We’ve collected from others

 into others

On their holy ground. We join and break

And break again heaping high black

Sperm, spilled sin, and discarded condoms

Sex is our shrine to the god of our lusts

Decked with flashing lights

Shaking butts, chains, dog collars

And an action block where women stand

Each one like a bus

Miss one next ten-fifteen minutes

 Catch the next one.

10th Poem: Sex is Eternal life

And this is Eternal Life: That they

Might know You, the only true God

And Jesus Christ, Whom you sent.

Sex the act and sex the living:

Is Intercourse is Contact is

Body broken for you is

Worship.

Intimacy and touch blending

Into one, in to worship:

 Ruachjoiningruach

Loinsjoiningloins

This is the way to worship.

This is your job.