Someone asked me what all these White Sunday poems mean. My response was that I had fallen in love and was coming back into focus as a person and a poet.
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I shall make of your flesh a living scripture of Psalms of love, silencing Solomon and raising a new religion, bound by passion and earnest sharing of brave hearts. Fire and light, the taste of you like roses and jasmine, the way you hold me in sacramental sacrifice, sacred as any prayer as you dare me to touch corners veiled by your need to bleed in colours for which there are no words. I have heard your chants and mantras, prepared a feast in your name as I lay my hands upon the altar and draw the very venoms I have tasted in lesser vessels, vinegar and dregs of oils spoiled in mockery of joy. What do the dead know of life? What do the silent know of the sounds made when souls surrender to faith? Consecrate me and I will lay a seed in the loins of memory.
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Namaste,
Christine
A good write
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