Wednesday, November 25, 2015

A God

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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