If my body is a temple...

Erasing the stain purity culture left behind is helping mental health. Choosing to be human and love the functions of our body — is natural medicine.

I hope my sex poetry helps those the church hurt too. Because in my world, consent and personal choice is the kingdom of god.

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If my body is a temple,
why can’t my breast
be the stained glass?

And why can’t
lingerie
be the invitation
to proceed

—> F O R W A R D.

Why can’t bent knees
open like dividing
two steeples?

I could pray
before feasting?

I could pray
before devouring
the flesh of a god.

If my body is a temple,
who is this man knocking at my heart?

Saying he is god over me and my dominion?

If my body is a temple,
why can I not advertise
— a good time?

If my body is a temple,
can I offer my own self
absolution?

If my body is a temple,
can I worship in the bedroom?

If my body is a temple —
why are they wrapping me up
in linen touching my ankles?

I wish to show off the curves
of my stone hedges.

Afterall,
My body is a temple.

They yell at me
that my body is a temple;
and then they tell me to worship
some other god?

And he says I am a child?

Children do not look like this.

And he said I am a package —
implying that he knows my temples objective.

He says body is a present.
And what’s the point
if I am already ripped open?

No, sir.
My body is my temple.

He says my vagina is a delicate rose,
And what if someone took
the last of my petals?

No, sir.
My vagina is everlasting garden;
A new flower birthed
During every orgasm.

If my body is a piece of tape,
I’d be made from the hands of man.

No, sir.
My body is a temple,
Hand crafted by Artemis.

When the pastor says
“purity equals virginity.”

I must stand up to say,
“Is it all about the first time?”

“Or is that some fetish
at the church services
only some attend, sir.”

My body is a temple.
And the lord told me;

To
Worship
In
The
Bedroom.

My body is a temple,
Tell them you heard it
Here.

My body is a temple,
and I’ll honor it as such.

So — go away now,
Please stop knocking.

My body is a temple,
And I own it.

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