god sounds easy
when it's coming from your mouth.
sweet peach nectar and honeyed bread
good and thick on your tongue.
i know better. god is elusive
and god is exclusive.
vip club for the holier than thou.
fuck, i'll carve crosses into
the supermarket floor with
a pucker-pink pocket knife
if it means i can buy my redemption.
god sounds stiff
when it's coming from my mouth.
sticks to the roof of it, sticks to the
steeple. sopping wet hair and lukewarm
holy water in a beer bottle.
i dare him to remake me from the inside out.
i dare him to take one of his own ribs into
his fist and make me. make me. make me.
head first, a rebirth.
i teeter towards the light, saturated in sin.
it blinds me. i know better. i know
the dark is warmer than any divine embrace.
YOU ARE READING
My hearts million words
PoetryI don't expect anyone to read this. I'm kind of hoping no one does. But they feel better on paper than in my fragile heart.
