Growing up they said
That sex would make me bad
Worse, worse than I already was
That getting naked
Or even half-naked
Or even wanting to get naked
With some girl
Would turn me into a pervert
It was all about pleasing God
And sex did not please God
And desiring did not please God
And giving into those desires
Meant you were weak
And being weak did not please God
And if you did anything
That you weren't supposed to do
God would know
Because God was all about the truth
God was the truth
But I gotta tell you
I've learned the truth
And the truth is
Sex made me believe in God
The first time I had sex
With a girl I really loved
That was God
Watching her hair fall down around her
Magically covering all the best bits of her
So that I had to go exploring
To find them
That was God
Feeling her hands pull me down
Into her warmth and radiance
Holding onto me
Like I could be her rock
On the shore
That was God
Two people, in this case
Her and I
Connecting our bodies
And our dreams
And our quelling our fears
And our insecurities
Seeing each other
And accepting what was there
And saying--
This is beautiful
This is truly beautiful
I'm telling you
That was God
And when I left being a kid
I swore the last thing
I was ever going to believe in again
Was God
I said I was going to go out
And screw whomever I wanted to screw
And I was going to do it
To screw over that non-existent God
Who I still sort of believed was there
Up there judging me
But man, the first time
She whispered to me
That I looked good
And then giggling a little
And then tucking her finger
In the belt loop of my jeans
Tugging me a little
Mmm...well, that felt a little bit like the Devil
But when we were laying there
Hearing Joni Mitchell music
Stoned out of our minds
And I had my face on her stomach
Kissing the scar that ran all the way across
And I could feel her let me
I could feel her say--okay
You can see this
You can see what nobody else can see
In that moment
I believed
I really believed
Sex made me believe in good again
And God
Sex made me believe in God
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