Holy man,
with a common farmer tan,
I watch your metamorphosis into god.
An exhibitionistic affair
I am your favorite voyeur.
Eyeball plastered
to the Sacristy peep hole.
Disrobe, pose and shake for me.
Your pendulous meat enlarging exponentially,
as you don the opulent vestments
of priesthood.
You call me near,
whisper, “ open wide”
as you stroke my hair
positioning my head to receive
the body of Christ.