worst
and
tangled
web
of

heart
that
catches
flies
and
moths

to

feed
on

where
is

God

Prayer
only
deepens
the

sip

of

soul
where
lips
condense
into

this

moist
circle
of

mouth
and

I

taste

your
purity

I

read
your
language
from
the

pages
of

your
love

poems

that

seep

of

sweet

juices

and

taste

of

words

that

pain

I

am

The

remains

of

a

heart

that

faded

with

the

moon

and

silenced

the

night

that
allowed
her

moon
to

speak

I

am
the
remains
of

God

I

am
nothing
more
than
his

limbs
that
gathered
the

dust
and
spoke

suffering
the

silence
through
the

death

of
my
words