Indigo Hawkins Poems
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'Let the love of harlots be sanctified.' ~unknown woman
When you come to me, realize I behest
no edifice. Love me in a gutter
or not at all. I merely want to rest
my temple on your temple - to utter
“Hosanna” in the shared throat of a split
alley; to awake spread beneath heavens,
frank before your eyes of melted wax, lit
with a tart torridity which leavens
my body as if I were dough submerged
in a puddle of consecrated wine.
I will pour holiness as honey, splurged
on rose hips and sopping clothes: our benign
impurities to dulcify and bless -
I Will Be A Story
the day began as a mirage.
dressed in the garb of a wise king,
i dab frankincense on my wrists
and stumble into the desert searching for stories in the sand.
i find no surrealism in the sun. illusion
cannot be blamed on transitory light. it is my eyes
which censor the spectrum of time.
with a dangerous emptiness, the wind