The Sweat of My Habit

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

I am a Catholic. I do not intend to put oil into the fire but this poem sort of explores the mind of an abuser.


Here I am wearing the black,

With honour and privilege.

The cloth flows through my skin

And beneath the cincture fits

As tightly as a belt.


I knelt by the altar

O Lord!

At the top of my voice

With every Kryie Eleison

I send one prayer to you

And hope for glad tidings come.


The tight habit heats my balls,

And sweat drips

While pubes itch

Beneath this draping black covereth

I shall let my brother cool them,

As we lay in state beneath the darkness’ cold.

He and I naked together,

Him unaware.

I shall grab and him mine

Feel my body though he wilt not.

No one will know.

No one will bother.

Who will believe a fool and insane man like you?

Submitted: May 20, 2013

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Interesting topic. The mood and the language fit it well, though.

Mon, June 10th, 2013 5:53am

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