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Catholic, identity, innuendo, love, Metaphysical, poem, poetry, Protestant, religious, Sexual, spiritual, wordplay
OR SHOULD I SAY
(AS A MAN OF CATHOLIC TASTES)
when does our spiritual
familiarity
convert
to
physical?
sorry this issue
to resurrect
but here we are
at the altar of our devotion
and mutual idolatry
about to
partake
of each other’s bread
share
each other’s wine
one of us
(as everything is consumed
with relish
not a crumb, not
a drop
left to fall
from this table)
versed in the mindset of perfect symbolism
the other
inclined to ideas of
divine alchemy
absolute transformation of substance
in the re-writing of categories
which, as some swift satirist
may have said,
is but the same beauty
viewed from
both ends
embracing
complementary angles
dialectics of truth in respect of
this business
always necessitating
interpenetration of opposites,
or
should I
say
saucy shapeshifting such as is required
to embrace as
shared reality from
opposite sides?
