Gloria in Angelis

The inconsistent moonlight
from the bedroom window
covers your pale body
like a second silver skin,
intermittently bathing you
in shadows of redemption.
Flesh luminous as archangels,
you are the ecstasy
of my dreams
and the alabaster incarnation
of sensual mysticism.
Blinded by your radiance,
I need your seraphim soft whisper
to guide me through
the temple of your mystery
to a place of rapture.
Penitent,
I lay my forehead
on the altar of your belly,
asking for and receiving
the miracle of grace.