Mary; Me? Poem by Axley Jade Blaze

Drench me with your holy water,
From that sacred (but delectable) holy spout
Yes, you know my King, you know which one I am talking about.
You can baptize me Christian, baptize me Jewish or Muslim,  
Hell, anything! If you're Jesus—just do it all night long.
Tell me you adore me, tell me you own me,
Tell me it all, brand me— 
Write me an epic, sacred song.
I'm a new-age Magaladene, singing her prayers
She's up there all bold, on her knees,
A Goddess on that floor
She is saying her prayers for her King
Of that woman, and the sass which spills from those lips
King of her sexuality, what sways from her sensual hips

I am not asking you to marry me
Just asking if you're Jesus to my Mary—see?
Wake up—before it's too late
Not asking to go steady honey,
Not even a first date
I want the Christian story—if it's perverse
Baptize me in all
—My fucked up madness and glory,
(As I'm writing my final verse.)

It's the danger zone, no more flowers
Obsidian-shaded butterflies, striking lightning, and powers!
It's not a sunny day
It's the scorch that causes you blindness
Cover those eyes, but still, they'll find us.

I never said you weren't walking toward
—A fucking deadly cliff
But, it's your choice now
The only thing I can say,
If you choose to resist:

Some love stories, some ecstasy,
Perhaps, it's not meant to be.
No matter how gorgeous,
And explosive.
There will never be
A you plus me.

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