Bound to the knees

I bowed to you 

opened wide 

and born the pain 

of earth 

I swallowed by saliva 

and pressed my knees into the ground 

and toke my position at feet of temple 

I wrinkled you in the aging of years 

of perfecting the art of obedience 

knees I suffer 

scabs and blood 

for the wars 

I let rage 

inside 

your 

canal 

of holy water 

your amniotic 

sac 

of hope 

that the embryo 

of mother nature 

would sprout 

legs and arms 

and become the next leaders of hope 

knees 

that carried late night sins 

that left an imprint on satin night skys 

of leftover love 

knees 

like elbows 

bowing 

down 

in 

the 

dirt 

they 

were 

planted 

in 

to

grow 

in 

the 

sunshine 

of 

hell 

knees 

dipped 

in 

the 

river 

jourdan 

to 

heal 

me

of 

my

sins 

knees 

that 

woed 

the misery of the devil 

that 

drags 

them 

to window 

sill 

and 

bounds 

their

hands 

in 

the 

confession

of 

Amen 

that whitewashes 

the 

stained sheets 

of purified sin 

the blood fades