the seduction of god
was attempted by a whore
in church last sunday,
where instead of him
offering up his body for her
she offered up hers.

god must be a man,
she said.
you know-- "oh father
who art in heaven,"
although he isn't really
my father anyway
so it's okay,
she said.

a gift of flesh
traded for bread
was not a bad trade,
she said.
god should know.

the elders gaped,
we turned our eyes,
the priest fell faint.
but there was no thunder
or crashing lightning
or angels come to punish.

god was as still as the wood
on the cross on the wall.