Left handed Love.

Raise your left hand from the filth
as your right hand caresses me
scrape my righteousness away
and paint it on your own face. 

Wash the dirt from your heart
before forgiveness dries on me
as hunger separates us from our
needs and nails us to your creed.

The dogma barks as you pass by
straining on its leash of faith
but the bone of belief that you
throw it now will never bring
you back.

Bow not your head to habits past
all Books lie torn and spineless
their words are dead in histories
their crimes unwritten and mindless.

I love you but wash your left hand
before you kiss my lips and persuade
me to your land, I'll not embark with
your lunatics to wash in desert sand.

Leave me here to dream of love
sublime and incandescent that lies
somewhere in eternity beyond this
left handed present.