I hear you as an interior locution
Each word like a knot in a prayer cord
"You who are above all others, my saint and my judas,
The brightest jewel in my crown of thorns"
As I look into your eyes I see the alpha and omega
and I wonder…
When did we meet and how did you kill me?
You draw my soul from my mouth with a kiss, Thanatos
Would that I could be content
To sit at the edge of Armageddon again
Without wishing
I could once more press my lips to the wound in your side
1998
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