Confessional #9

Pins & needles mark
the excess fatty tissue;

With no vow to bind me,
to her,
just a loose-
dappling
of sound and love.

No one is purer
than the Christ.

So my heart extinguished,
of love, romantic;
I wonder if it will ever
derail again
and set me wildly on fire.

Love, romantic.

Can I encapsulate
myself in some
prison until my time
is done, until–

The heart in its excess
bleeds the epiphanies of God.

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Pins & needles mark
the excess fatty tissue;

With no vow to bind me,
to her,
just a loose-
dappling
of sound and love.

No one is purer
than the Christ.

So my heart extinguished,
of love, romantic;
I wonder if it will ever
derail again
and set me wildly on fire.

Love, romantic.

Can I encapsulate
myself in some
prison until my time
is done, until–

The heart in its excess
bleeds the epiphanies of God.

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