I hear the sound of your voice
and I make a choice
to be drawn in
to your sin.

Don't let the rain
Beat upon your brow
My friend
Don't let it beat you
Down
Let it wash away your
Sorrows,
Let it remind you
That when it pours
Upon your head
That you have been
Baptized again.
Remember this
And thank God
For the rain today.

If I can't see you naked, at least show me your poetry.
Your kisses were so austere, I thought you had no lips.
I do not speak to you because your beauty leaves me speechless.
My celibacy is a silent prison, where I mime my frustration,
"Caretaking a dozen laughing clowns."
Do you not find me especially amusing.