A god is not the
word made flesh
so much as
passionate appeal
made
breathing blooded icon.
A god is ripe:
incensed
with sweet
supernal
sex and sweat.
A god’s a bet
that it can rip
through skies
until it flies so far
and free the pious
lose all sight of it.
A god’s a
star
without the
heat:
a god’s the light of it..
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