Fleshprayers

slowly, reverently the tabernacle
of this hallowed body of yours
passes through my hands, sacramentally sweet
godsent fingers slicked from benediction
murmuring ancient incantations
as we tremble before the morning gods rise
Oh, angel and rubinesque
fleeting and phantasm in one
receive my vain and breathy entreaties indulgently
know the delirium and hope they inspire
& take some of the hymns our legs and arms sang
& run into the street, heaven-smiling.