Rites

It is my rite to do with my body what I please

My mouth, My hands, My knees

It is my rite to love who I love

Man, Woman, or Devil Above

To walk between, and over, and through

To fold my hands together, or rest them over you

To anoint my body with yours,

To make holey my body and fill it with spirits,

To possess a higher personal power,

To let none judge now, nor in my final hour.