Sacred Sacrilege


My clients confess their desires to me…

between white bed sheets,

beside discarded couch cushions,

on old carpeted floors.

I accept their secrets…

in exchange for devotion.

In exchange for an envelope filled with the sweetest offering.

They say that I make time stop for them…


That for a moment, they can breathe.
That the chaos of the world stops.
That the hopelessness halts.
That there is just the two of us

Together.

Arms locked in a backwards prayer.

Eyes locked searching for salvation.

Salivating mouths reciting biblical tongue twisters.

Their tongues’ twist and dance in-between my legs

and

I can feel the longing in the back of their throats.


For a moment, they just want to be

held without judgement.

or

vulnerable without judgement.

or

corrupted without judgement.

or

given permission to give into sybaritic, perverted desires without judgment.

or

witnessed at their most authentic.

For a moment…

I just want to be free of judgment.

and for a moment…


We are.

Elizabeth Lorde/ 2019