I made love to a god once
stretched out beneath his hands
an altar of incense smoke and fresh flowers
I breathed his name as an invocation
called his body into my body
and made to worship him
like any good priestess would
we moved together
the sacred dance of instinct and life and pleasure
and I became blessed
became an initiate of his mysteries
became a new woman at his touch
this temple has long been consecrated
this body made holy ground
holy ground [poem]
Larissa Lee 