When a heretic comes a'calling

Hey You, with your mouth dancing
along my spine,

commanding flashes of light behind my eyes,
there is a fierce faith that comes alive
when your hands take control
and this entices my wild streak, but the
righteousness in me needs to turn over
the coffee table, and make you, dear sinner repent
and savor each thick piece of justice I see
fit to love upon you.

I'll take a chance that you,
my confused orphan, nesting in the
body of a grown man
will learn me.




Me