'Let the love of harlots be sanctified.' ~unknown woman
When you come to me, realize I behest
no edifice. Love me in a gutter
...
-There is no Why.-
wet walnuts, mellow daffodils
sozzled
a vat of cider simmering psalms
...
I think this as I step
out of the downpour into my body, a trough
where this yearning collects and solidifies
into something like a plea, an Eloi, Eloi stuck
...
I read the bible for the poetry and for
the love, or at least I did before
I became afraid of churches.
My fear of them stems
...
crisp pearl apples hemorrhage
splashes of walnut wash
the decay dribbles between
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