Head bowed, you kneel before me,
I am your church, your priest, your religion.

…this is my body which shall be given up for you…

Solemn, you raise your eyes, part your lips,
receive this communion.
Your tongue tracing a silent prayer on my skin, 
immortality lies within my pulse, 
within your hand, 
within our reach.

…take this, my blood…

For a split second of divinity, we become incandescent, 
blinding the onlooking angels and saints.

            …I am not worthy to receive you…

Heaven’s gates crumble, 
incinerated by our holy fire.

…but only say the word and I shall be healed…