The best sex
I've ever had
was when
I was closest
to God.
We happened to be
in his bathroom.
He was watching us
through the window.
He rang the mission bells
to signal
to the world
that love
could be made
anywhere.
Even right
in His own
toilet.
I thought I could hear
the residual sounds
of the mission.
The whipping
of innocent
brown women and children,
who didn't know
about Him.
But then,
I realized
it was the moans
from our love making
banishing out
the ghosts
of the past.
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