By Andrew Moravick
Daily, devoutly, diligently you praise,
Softly submitting your obedient gaze
To a being you can neither feel nor see,
Yet how do you not stare so wanting at me?
For here in flesh in front of you I stand,
My body as yours the work of His hand,
Which crafted us to fit and be able to mesh,
So why think you so evil the joys of the flesh?
If we be more than these vessels of flesh and of bone,
And it is knowledge and wisdom which must be known,
And I a mystery your understanding I at present elude,
Than how would you knowing me be misconstrued?
Why would a being of such wisdom and grace
Give us such gifts if we’re to remain chaste?
If in any way to you harm it would do,
Do you think me so cruel to ask this of you?
So who do we hurt if not us than God it must be,
Because our love sins striving to be as divine as he?
You and I could be gods together ruling the world,
Erasing existence with a weakly whispered word,
As all that we are and all that is, in each other becomes,
Containing all that is countable and all of its sums.
Must misery molest you because obedience persists,
When all that’s inside you objects and resists?
Where in scripture does it say you and I
Should not be together lest we suffer and die?
Even then what hell could possibly harm us for our supposed sin,
When we know of such heaven harnessed in the heat of our touching skin?
This Poem was written as a seduction poem inspired by those of John Donne. The woman to which the poem is directed does not exist. My goal with this poem was to be seductive, and attempt to write in a manner as alluring as Donne wrote.
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