Vestal Valentine

What love I’ve known I found on knees, by chance
between iniquities. Fingers confined
a backwards prayer, cutaneous chants
without my underwear. Vestments, red wine
a rosary, entwined lithe wrists you lead
to liturgy, to genuflect before
an altar, bare, a deity I wed
in collar, chestnut hair. Services sworn
in ballet veil, sanguine stilettos, flesh
paraded, pale through congregants, dark fairytale.
Both innocent, impure of thought, I’m blessed
unbound, to confessional brought, impaled
by one who brings to light my dark design
inside forever vestal valentine.

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