(If you'd like to hear this piece, please click the link. The words are mine; LiquidSaint wrote the music and performs it.)
Recognition in your eyes, yet still you come
Walking up my stairs, smelling of Church.
Steeped in beeswax, incense, relics, and crucifixes,
I am even taken by the scuff on the toe of your shoe.
My senses ache, sampling you, a rising martyr.
I will erase the scribe's scrawl on your features.
Christianized, bastardized. Restored to narrative epic
You will be on my pagan lips. My name on your flesh.
The stroke of my blade slanted...looping and trailing,
Handwritten, imparting both purpose and desire.
Your fingertips brush a whispered rasp along the rail,
Eyes lifted in prayer, finding solace in my promise
To receive your offering. A step and two, ever closer
In supplicant ascent to your Savior, night's Confessor.
Faithful pleas, sorrow for the morrow, I will succor you.
Cloistered in the dark folds of evening's finest cloak,
The Sacrament begins, as your vows become vespers,
Simple in their earnest cries of "please" and "please."
Bleed for the bridegroom your very breath, panting
A new Pater Noster as I drink from this cup.
In memory of you
Lover, in my arms
World without end.
A simple summer shower…Cool droplets. Clean air. Blessings of brevity.
To be in a summer shower is to be alive, fully awake, if but for minutes.
Stretching and stretching,
Hands slipping against an unyielding rock face,
Shaking off mortality and flying. Soaring in the infinite clarity of a second.
They are personal, knowing your name and the curves of your body
As their fingers trace your cheeks and soak even through your clothing,
Searching for flesh in their familiarity.
Singing of ripe wisdom, offering a quickening of the spirit; oh, no Odysseus be.
Blind sirens, starving, thirsting to know and possess you.
Yes, possession…Mysteries that bedevil while the sun shines warmly upon you in clear approval.
Curtained from your fellow man, you are in the favor of ancient intrigue,
Honored and chosen.
Close your eyes and hear the songs of those before you echoing the halls.
Poets, explorers, men of science, leaders. The elite.
Don’t steer your ship from the rocks, but crash headlong into the jagged allure.
Challenge your mind, every sense and nerve ending to awaken!
Open your eyes and see the intensity of rain.
Each drop charged to bend the sunlight. Anonymous armies of prisms falling like arrows
Toward you . Throw down your shield and surrender.
Rainwear and umbrellas - like bucklers to hot metal, barely a resistance. Have none of it!
Naked and exposed as you were designed, you alone will see what the sleeping cannot suspect.
It is even shut from their dreams. When fallen, crashed just low enough,
It is possible to see the arc of a rainbow against the horizon.
But to die to your self for a moment, opening your arms to the dizzying fall,
Pushed from the cliff by a summer shower,
This is to see the full circle of that rainbow continuing
Through the solid ground of the earth,
Arc to arc.
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