My hands upon your knees
I am Moses parting the waters
With your love you widen
Even farther than legs can go
Like a Bible opening to a secret passage
I run my fingers down the page
Looking for the word
That can save a man’s soul
That can freeze and shatter time
Now I am like Noah
Waiting out the storm
Waiting out the wrath of God
Waiting to seed the earth
You open the glowing gate to Eden
The birthplace of creation calling me home
Now I am like Adam
Heaping taboo upon my plate
My penis in the hand of woman
Leading me out of paradise
Our sins exposed like
Eve’s shame revealed
We ask forgiveness
Of a cherub and a sword
But these doors were closed long before
We chose this skin
Of animal and beast
So now you ask to call me Master
And you beg to see my whip
For you are sure the joy of service
Will illuminate your path
But I am slave by noble birth
And I will not wear a mask
And before this night is over
We shall kneel together one last time
Our shackles of iron and wood like
Tight crowns upon our wrists and ankles
And I will look into your eyes
And watch the fire dying there
For you know a Savior is coming
And you know that it is not I
Copyright 2003 Stranger
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