Doomed Holy

I wish to know where creases lie,
sensual lines that are a road map to your desire.
Can you feel me now?

Whispers are
Feather light fingertips
and soft skin weeping.
Trembling through its tears,
begging for a release
it hopes will never come.

What if we fade away softly?
What if we are no more than the Breath of Dreams?
Just two soulful bodies doomed to be Holy.


About That One Guy

Jason lives, laughs and loves in the Land of Enchantment. He has been many exciting things in his life, but his title has always been "author." His book, "The Ruined Man," was a finalist in the 2017 NM-AZ Book Awards. Follow him on Facebook at: Twitter: @infinityjones and Instagram @theruinedman and don't forget to check out his blog at

Posted on February 13, 2012, in Author, Fiction, poetry, Religion and Spirituality, writing and tagged , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. Doomed to be holy? Interesting idea.

    • Thank you. 😀 I ponder the Sacred and Profane (and the fine line between) quite often.

      • Is holiness inevitable? For everyone? Or just the (un)lucky chosen?

      • That depends on what you consider Holy. This particular piece was inspired by pondering the act of love. Some people consider it holy, others consider it a sin. But there can definitely be spiritual connections involved, and if that’s the case, then how can something that nurtures your soul be a sin? Hence doomed to be Holy.

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