Holy Days

I am nervous, excited to get clean

I am waiting on line

For the shower

For the water

To fall upon me

For The Inspector 

To see just how

Dirty 

I have made myself

So He can Scrub me

Lovingly

King of All Kings

I bow and I sing

Yet, 

I came to this unbelievable oppertunity

My soul thanks me

She wants to get clean

And so 

I step in

The pounding slows

Barrage trails down my spine

Horn echoes eerily

And I move my lips

In a dance with the ink 

And emerge

Gossamer wings, 

A butterfly, 

Beautifully