I rise
I am captivated by your sanctity
I grope your bosom
and lose all respect for myself
I wait for your reprimand
I am engrossed in your tolerance
In stature I fail to realise where or who I am
In your mercy I wallow in the pungent abyss
of my wretched lacking
Drenched limbless and turn to face
you in repulsive incompetence
I know you will receive me in fields of seedless blossoms
I rise to touch you again and fall
to shameful ecstasy I retreat
in your abundant shadow covered
in scorching fiery shame
Removed of ego
I rise
