I haven’t had time to write a new post, unfortunately. I’ve been revising some of my older work to submit to a couple different places. Are they improved? I think so, but who can objectively appraise their own work. Anyway, links to the originals are below and the new drafts are below those. Enjoy!
Flax hair and lapis eyes
I created you
You, my beautiful heterodoxy
You, my graven image
You, my one who is like God
I ate of your body
Drank of your blood
I built a coffee shop altar
Where I could kneel before
Your laugh, your smile
Where I could make myself believe
(That I did not
Do it backwards
That I did not, in my apostasy,
Create a goddess to save me
Instead of finding one to believe in)
Do you remember the language we spoke then?
A wild tongue, squeaks and growls and moans,
A language of the body, muscles vibrating like taut strings.
We held each other and we trembled
At what we had built
Soft promises piled up to reach the sky,
Towers topped with choirs,
Mouths singing syllables of love and praise
To spite the whole world, singing so even
Angels would have to say,
This is not right. This is not allowed at all.