Madness incarnate, he reiterates our miracle
in such light that even fire casts a shadow
hymn to humanity foretold in a small rank room
coloured by ears of the uncomprehending
We are hallowed sin and hollowed saints
eager to consume our gods, castigate our heroes
that testing press of farther, farther fallen
infinity crashing at our straining fingertips
The other closes his eyes against it, replies
reverent with kisses and calluses that caress the
fevered edges of possession, craving
everything and nothing all at once
Cannot confess: I long to crack your bones
against my myriad wordless hungers
boil stock from galaxies wrapped in skin
swallow every eternity whole
He is hanged high and silent
silvered eyes bulge belated with understanding:
every time, the terror inherent in love
is what unmakes us
~
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