Pergatory

If I could remember,
why I worship You -
it would become a harmony.

I replay the memory of Your words
stroking my hearing,
touching my taste and skin.

Your perfume excites surrender.
I remember other times and sins
when I knelt before You.

There is tension in my loins.
I am stretched thin in obedience.
My mind has no will but Yours.

You are a perfect lesson to learn
and my confession turns silence
and night into day.

I have opened myself and I believe.
I will not falter or fail.
Tell me what You need.

(c) 2006, william the submissive poet