I dreamt that I was in an arranged marriage with Jesus H. Christ; body encased in gold
What sweet and distant cool did we grasp in shared palms? Entwined but to retreat, cold hands turned hot.
I bought a red rose at the Thistle and Shamrock; wilted and bruised and sprouting mold
He pricked himself on a thorn and blamed me. In sanguine Sun, our noses blue, our skins peeled anew, wrought
with sores. sallow and sickly I could no longer savour our unlikely union. Alas
My poor mouth opened and out poured song My tongue enjoying every last minute of it
Diaphanous and deadly, I unfolded to prove that I was ripe with pollen at last.
Satisfaction: the exact moment before the cobra swallows himself whole, I loved it
I had finally turned dank water to wine. Hunger churned and overtook me from within
In delicious, visceral blasts of vision, I saw. my smile rang through the night, through him,
Our Savior incinerated by a single self. I gulped for air and found it in
the darkness. Like a willful shoot I rooted, recoiled in soil; and severed each limb
Soft petals became armor. my spine grew versatile. my chariot, my own two feet
I burnt holy gardens to the ground and I laughed Sacrifice. without Him, I worshipped free.