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Pagan Sex Prayer
by Michael Meyerhofer
(03/17/04)
Even you
with your pagan heart
and postmodernist brain,
vowing again and again
never to believe
in anything of heaven
found tonight
a reason, hardly knowing
or believing me afterwards
that you whispered my god
and goddess!
when I was above and
and inside you,
our bodies hinged like
the opening of doors
or the flapping of angels.
Now you sleep
in the milky afterglow
of the full moon,
spilling
through open curtains
across the zebra quilt
that covers all
but your milky thigh
and a few curls
of tangled gold flowing
off the pillow,
dipping into shadow --
how I'd follow them,
my pretty siren,
like a naive sailor
off the edge of creation.
©2004 by Michael Meyerhofer
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Michael Meyerhofer's work has appeared in Free Lunch, Chiron Review, Main Street Rag, Modern Haiku, Frogpond, Sometimes City, Steel Point, Quarterly, 2River View, The Circle, and others. He's currently working on an MFA at Southern Illinois University where he maintains naive beliefs of poetry saving the world.
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