Sanctify the Lust
Sanctify the lust young man.
You are a supernatural magician.
Wave that magic wand in your spirit.
Command nature to change its affects.
Tell the clouds to assemble in the skies.
Tell the rains to soak the desert floors.
Extinguish the fires within you.
Command nature to change its affects.
You are a freak of nature.
You stoke the forest fires in your dreams.
You admire the rivers running over the banks.
The evil within tells you to
support the works of the Devil,
and the God within says to
fight him with all your might
and for you to tell the others
to join you in the battle.
You can’t acknowledge the beautiful
woman with her suggestive posing.
You must sanctify her erotic smiles.
You don’t see her creamy thighs.
The glaring distorts your virginal sight.
The fire within you doesn’t exist.
Your organs inside don’t feel the heat at all.
Her eyes are only her carnal organs to see.
You see her as being sexless.
You are a devoted celibate.
You are a priest, a sexless being,
a man with no adventure in his spirit.
You are the rains to
put out the fires within,
a slave of archaic mandates,
a converter of the natural to the unnatural,
the weights of academic studies that
keep pleasure from rising to the height of joy.
God bless you and your determination to
live according to how you are supposed to live.
