The choicest wafer of his flesh
crumbles & dissolves beneath fingertips, upon the tongue...
I revel in the salty-sweet salinity
of such earthly divinity.
Such unabashedly sappy, sanguine sensations
stirred by this tryst, very much nigh to Theophany, I surmise-
Yet still those faintly probing questions arise-
Is this particular sort of Communion led by Spirit or flesh,
or by both Spirit and flesh?
I conclude that, whatever it may seem to be
according to the dictates of all legalistic theological debate-
the celestial "Body Politic", if you will,
the thing-in-itself always sustains, essence preceding existence,
for what is a human being without its corporeality anyway?
We are all both Psyche & Soma,
and this is the highest dwelling for us, here on low,
being as it is, our sincerest denomination & dominion.
So come, & take communion with thyself.