Seductive, Sinful Sacraments

Five sacrilegious, serpentine offerings

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This post has been updated from its original version.¹

I have a complicated relationship with religion. Raised Catholic, now a free-thinker and a free-spirit who values what religion is, from a distance.

These five poems explore that liminal space where the sacred and profane intertwine. From cosmic whispers to earthly bodies transformed into temples, they traverse territories where tongues speak in blasphemous prayer and incantations become rhythms of desire.

In this collection, sin becomes not just transgression but transformation — the willing sacrifice of innocence on altars of experience.

Abandon all hope, all ye who enter here.

You've been warned. Proceed at your own (in)discretion.

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From the mundane to the arcane

From the mundane
to the arcane,
in whispered sins,
where faith begins,
through truths concealed
and lies revealed.

We've traced each thought
that can't be taught,
and when words fail
beyond the veil,
our souls will know
which way to go.

If there is more
we will explore,
what's right, what's wrong
and what's beyond,
far from this earth
in cosmic birth.

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Let's speak in tongues

Let's speak in tongues.

Let our blasphemous
mouthful kisses
become the language
of unrestrained lust.

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Please save me again

I praise your guidance
on how you led me
to experience smiling.

Please save me again,
reveal your wisdom,
to end my wretched crying.

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Let our names become

Incantation is the rhythm
of your hips,
panting carnal sacrifice
on my grip.

Let your name become an oath
as we strip,
and mine become euphemism
on your lips.

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She wished to be sin

She wished to be sin.
The alluring kind,
the deadly kind.

She wished, on her skin,
her flesh and her blood,
to be a driving force
and become someone's curse.

She wished to lure in,
control, maintain lust
synonym of her name
and antonym of shame.

She wished to be seen—
as the sin and not
the sinner.

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When we wrap our most primal desires in the language of the divine, are we committing blasphemy or acknowledging the sacred nature of human connection? Perhaps the distinction itself is our greatest illusion.

These poems don't offer answers but rather celebrate the questions.

I'd love to hear which of these pieces resonates most with you. Have you found yourself using the language of reverence to describe desire? Or perhaps recognized how spiritual surrender mirrors intimate vulnerability?

Thank you for exploring these profane altars with me. Next week's collection will venture into communication and intimacy, for now, I invite you to savor these forbidden devotions awhile longer.

If you want to read more, here are my previous collections:

Bitter Lies and Better Lies

Rendered in Vain

1. This collection has been updated to include individual poem titles and refined language while preserving the emotional essence of each piece, as part of my ongoing commitment to craft refinement and stylistic consistency.