sisterhoney
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My collection of poetry, Prayer Cards of Perversion, is the catacomb of my psyche. Each poem is the back of a prayer card that worships perversion, emotion, magic, masochism, and most of all Sister Honey.
I behold her, bathing in a foam-fall
ever-growing moonlight
diaphanous, draping her alabaster
*******
Her hair, a bed of nymphaeas
swirling around her —
another land, another time.
She moans through Cyprus stone
I lean like Aphrodite
on the tower balustrade,
the Moonlit Bell twinkles, a mirror
across the fates, under the moon
she sees me too.
Feb 15
Feb 15, 2026 at 3:11 PM UTC