Not Just Slightly Perfected

I Baptismus

An improved version 

Of yourself? No. You 

Won’t want to lust anymore. 

The absence of the evil 

Fall of fallenness 

Will be palatable, 

A gain. 

II Reconciliationis

No slick of nudes,

Draught of vodka,

Or hit of weed 

Will measure up to

This; no

Press of flesh,

Push of power,

III Communio

Blast of freedom,

Will top this.

They’d be simply

Too human.

Rather like bland

And stale and so yesterday.

For this new and 

IV Confirmationis

Eternal glorified 

State, this new you, 

Is the you you

Were always known 

To be in the eyes 

Of your Maker, melded,

The heart of your Creator, 

V Matrimonium

Before these earthly errors, 

And earthbound corruptions.

So Amen: there simply 

Has not been, nor will there 

Ever be, another one

Flesh union quite like us!

Ah, a fine cliche? 

VI Ordines

A command brother!

Commanded into being;

An act of love first and 

While you were yet powerless. 

And you’d want nothing 

Less, after all, being in 

The presence of such a 

VII Unctionem

Magnificent Lover.

The fulfillment of all

Nubile people, nudge and

Play, prurient prose and

Salacious symbol making;

Scabrous stanzas of twentieth

Century thought simply seeking Purity.

-Gary Edward Geraci