Vertigo
The debt has been forgiven butyou paid the price in blood
her blood
yours
creation joins her groaning
and splits the virgin night
Push.
(push apart the ocean)
Tear.
(tear the sacred veil)
Bleed.
(bleed upon this alter)
Push
Tear
Bleed
One last cry
(hers or yours, it's hard to tell the difference)
as God breathes his first
between trembling teenage knees
The ancient scandal reavealed:
new born immortality
redemption clothed in rags
heaven's glory
traded in for gold, frankinsense
and discontended murmurs
(two thousand years worth)
of cold resounding gloria.
posted by Erin @ 7:35 PM
2 Comments:
irish, one word; 'wow'. i really like this poem, alot, you totally captured the whole lose of virginity(god i hope thats what you were talking about because if not i'll have to post something declaring that i am a dork) its fabulous darling, as are you.
-marvel
so apparently i am a dork, i totally meant to write the word 'loss' but obvisously because I Am a Dork i didn't. please forgive my dorkiness.
-marvel
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