anonymous

anonymous 17h

if Earth's crammed with heaven,
my public library may be a beatific vision
     an everlasting pillar of social good
     which transcends capital greed
     loving my neighbor
     and the neighbor I'll never know
     and the neighbors gone before me
the gay bar downtown might too be a slice of something holy
     a place of Midwestern repose
     filled with a spirit of revolutionary, radical love
     What would Jesus do?
     don't forget to tip your queens
     and don't forget to break bread with the other
my university's English department certainly seems divine
     with liberal arts professors like saints
     the academia militant
     a clear path towards edification
     maybe even a touch of proselytizing
     all in the name of something undeniably sacred
gardens, enchanted woods, and unfettered wilderness
     all God-filled in their own right,
but too the fettered, man-made spaces
     the decidedly human: empyrean

anonymous 23h

High Tea of Heaven

soft rolls of hot steam
     a billowing thurible
     humming on my kitchen's stove
     breathing life and settling like dew within me
something sacred laced in earl grey
     honey in the desert,
     with toast in the morning
     sweet, slow, and hot
inherently communal, triune
     my hands wrapped round—
     the clay my great uncle once spun
     holding its entrancing lotus flower
divinity resting within me

anonymous Feb 25

A Portrait of my Living Muse

You and I wandered thoughtfully
shrinking in the colossal spaces
then bumping our way through,
each crowded hallway.
Amidst, Monet's lilies, Degas's ballerinas,
even Van Gogh's *****
And all the while, there you were—
a wonder of unimaginable grace yourself.

with smooth hands—soft skin
rich, lively hues reflecting off curls,
fabric draping and shining, so naturally
and the most brilliant, bright eyes
a masterpiece more resplendent,
than the finest portrait ever could be

Leaving the still life behind, we exit
yet, my eyes continued working en plein air,
each time I glanced your way.
My living muse and forever beauty,
imprinted on my heart, always.

anonymous Feb 24

a lover's reflection

all the love — of all the world
is mine
my angel has brought unto me,
a Little Heaven
and each time I catch her eyes looking,
it reminds me—
the enormity of her tenderness,
an interior softness
she lays bare, so that I might be freer
and our love,
might always be so, in fullness of joy

anonymous Feb 22

valentines morning

Rising early, I slip into a crimson sweater,
pull on my lover's shoes and step out; Amidst,
the beating and bleeding red hearts and bright eyes
that move against a soft backdrop of dusty snow,
and then into warmer spaces, into homes.
I have none but you, my place of peace
adorned by our romance, our doting of,
Valentine frills, flowers, and fidelity:
I'm your girl.
And always shall I be,
a bearer of joy to thee.

anonymous Dec 2024

a case of transubstantiation

I need a place to hold your spirit,
so I make my liver a tabernacle
for no soul but yours to rest within me
a slowly sipped espresso martini
fogging up my mind and buzzing up my heart
not a smidge of bitterness found in our love
no tannic wines extracting,
just a sweetness poured in
and a burning desire for
more more more
closeness, oneness,
transubstantiate me, baby—
be a holy union with me

anonymous Sep 2024

woman's desire

our cottage in Ireland,
will have a little vegetable garden
a miniature paradise for you

I'll tend to her, pull out all the weeds
courgettes, spinach, and strawberries,
will be just the beginning
I'll plant potatoes, tomatoes, snap peas, herbs
and right in the middle,
I'll plant an apple tree for you

and you can eat love
you can have your fill

perhaps St. Patrick banished the serpent,
or (more likely) they never roamed the emerald isle
either way, we need not fear the snakes

there's no need for repenting, no need for penance
you can make a home in my heart,
and together we'll find our place in creation
for you'll always be safe in my garden