behold me
look to me and know me
each glance an act of devotion
i see it in each
so let me see it, deeply
eyes that say i am your world
and that your purpose is mine
for i am your god
descended for you
hasten into these arms
penitence latched on your fingertips
to lose yourself in worship
atone for every errant thought
not dedicated to me alone
i will cleanse you
purge temporal worry from your body
press hand to rib, another to hip
just so, that my virtuous flesh
shall become your scripture
to pore over
etch me on your mind
consign my every inch to memory
for i am your god
and your words move me
to know the sounds of your devotion
that only i may hear
liturgical susurrus brushing my ear
hotter as your prayers hang
until i muffle them
to taste obsession on your tongue
slick with piety
become one with my divinity
this shall be our sacrament
for i am your god

Penned by my hand on the 14th of Valnuary, in the year 905 AF.