Am I supposed to want you every morning?
This heart is virgin to joy
but the hymen's broken
by Fathers of Faith
who merely traded hookup hearts
for Sunday stages
They stand
behind the pulpit
bending congregants
to (their) fervor and (your) will
Commending the dailyness
inseminating naive wombs of souls
with doctrine
violating the sacred message
that is in an empty tomb
So I left
god is N O T H E R E
I AM unfaithful
grace in a b a n d o n m e n t
formless and void
is more like a heart of flesh
than these elders
have ever known
The absence is welcome
I don't want you
How could I
when I've never even been
a p a r t
is it that odd
for the woman to say
no?
Did your spirit overwhelm Magdalene from the torture of seven
to fill her with just one more?
Church like pimps finding lovers for their holy harem
The voice inside me calls
B E W I L D E R
So I run to the desert
and realize not mine
but your devotion
to leave
me
a l o n e