mine

I stumbled into faith through the

fine lips of yours lies. I thumb them

between fingers, shuffling the past

looking for an ace or something black

enough to show light. I can't help but

notice the gold flake glittering my hands.

The emptiness of heaven shines like mine

.

In the embrace of thunder's arms

I slept, suckling fury, ignorant

of the lightning's lucent violence.

I write to the wind

my stories, she twists them about

her legs, serpents rising into her darkness.

Falling into the black song of the earth

there is no silence, the churning blood

and bone an embryonic chorus ripe

in the fertility of death. A kiss crawling

into my mouth, a new tongue to taste

this anatomy of debauchery

.

no longer

It's an old river that drags itself

through this sandy valley. A wrinkled

sky shifting uncomfortably, rubbing

along the mesa until the stars are

finally uncovered.

The roots I have ripped out no longer

hold the land to a home, the leaves

have left only skeletons to remind.

Calluses hide you from me, a smile

I can no longer feel. Where do I lay

my head under all these stars when my

bones no longer fit in this dirt?

.

vespers

The bells toll, extracting time from the

empty night. Prayer candles flicker behind

blooded glass, lost hopes bound to fire. I may

not be a christian but if it helps I'll wear

a cross. I will drink the blood of your god

from the chalice of your lips, consume his

flesh as long as I taste your divinity on my

tongue. I will repent for your new sins, I

might not know how to pray but tonight

I am on my knees

.