a church i'd go to.

by Emily G Myers

joyous return
you bless me again
pat my head
i'll praise your name
freely given
your bride
your angel
your satan

i am your eve & your apple
the four horsemen of your apocalypse
the father to your prodigal son
open arms
a feast prepared
break me, i am loaves and fishes
i am every stone of your altar
a bloody immolation
a flayed ram
my head on your platter

& my breasts are full & lovely & white
this is your song of solomon
your lover's exhaltation
your eager, fervent slave
your worshipper
the flowers on your grave
your ark
your burning bush
your son sacrificed

this is your mythology
your neverending stream of unconditional love
your prayers
your psalms
your magnification
i will be your own personal david
or jesus or john the baptist
more like your personal magdalene
& your feet are wrapped & bound
standing just on me
the rock
not the sand


Author's Note: in this poem I make myself god, angels, the devil and a whore and anything and everything in between. that's real love, kids.

Posted on 10/23/2008
Copyright © 2021 Emily G Myers

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 10/23/08 at 05:05 AM

It sure is. I actually had that feeling as I was reading through this. The idea that you were trying to be everything and nothing all at once. Very nicely done.

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