Euphemisms

I worship at your feet,
a grateful supplicant
at your holy shrine.
You stand tall, proud,
a radiant prophet.
I taste the salvation you offer,
heavy on my tongue,
and caress the cross
you permit me to hold,
with reverence.
I receive your gift;
my soul singing,
my heart pounding,
my body throbbing
in my ecstasy.
Suddenly, I realize,
I’ve waited my whole life
for this perfect moment
when you penetrated my defenses
and offered communion.
I savor your blessings,
swallowing you down
like medicine for my soul…
Then I wake, bereft,
panting, wanting
and still waiting,
hoping you will see fit
to save me.