I am a believer,
though doubt defines my faith.
While ritual is my guide,
it is reason which I worship,
the daily provides my scripture,
and coffee seals my prayers.
I accept the wine to my lips,
yet regretfully, I taste no blood.
And though my covenant lay in the body,
it is but a human one, sex incarnate
placed gently on the tongue.
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