I am not poison in this sanctuary infested with soul thieves
I glare past their smiles of religious charity
The well cannot be infected with unbelieving flesh
It is not I who contaminates your holy water
God watches me through his prison bars above the pulpit
I say not a word, and he smiles crooked
Halfway though hymn's freedom and grace notes
All shatters and burns, and One soul ascends home
Lying with brick and blood and no brother
I do not blame Him
Sunday, February 17, 2013
Thursday, February 7, 2013
February 6
I have feverish doubts
That your sincerity is applied only
To our sexuality
I ruffle and paint my feathers
But my skin is still virgin
To your touch
I become the goddess of words
To sooth your appetite
And I drown blissfully
In all your talk of beauty
Stand full
Until you leave me empty
Satisfied
Lusting only for your body
I dread the imminent despair
When I learn I've been dreaming
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