It hit me like a flash.

Donations to the divine left at the door
gifts of money
of fruits
of wines
of clothing
of poetry and praise to the Goddess.

I felt it like a flash
letting Her ride me
let Her ride us
let it all go
indoctrinating our flesh to the will of Her desires for the night
taking in those who needed cleansing.

I remember the sun riding me
Ameratsu and the shining over
Cuttings and crying in the closet
too hard to bear the weight of the world.

I remember the Temple
clay amulets gifted from the penitent
letting go of the pain
his flesh scourged
naming the names of every woman raped.

I remember the candle-lit night
Babylon smiling
as blood flowed out and moans escaped
creating a bond under the eyes of the Whore.

Let us create a grotto of the Whore
to hit us
like a flash.

Let us receive
boons
in Her name.