If I Profane

What light through yonder…

I want you to glow,
to shine, to luster
not for me, but for passion -
lust for the aspiration of lusting.

O’ daughter of Capulet,

I want no devotion,
no rapture, no dedication.
No lover’s ecstasy,
only an appetite to please.

Speak again, bright angel!

I want virginity,
innocence – chaste and sour.
Physically undeflowered,
burning for celibacy.

Be my rose.

I want your saintly
kiss to my pilgrim’s hand
Lips taunt and tongue shy -
do not kiss, but palm to palm.