Should the season change: I am the season and I am the change.

He asked me to pray to the gods he doesn't believe in.

He wants me to pray to the gods I don't believe in.

He wants to pray but can't find the floor to kneel on soft enough for his bruised knees and trembling hands.

He needs us to pray to the gods we cannot comprehend but reach for with hands cupped in offering of nothing,

Gender bias is one hell of a drug!

I watch the day gently bleed-out to night,
Its intangible essence descending deeper now history,
From the sun we run in darken cowered gloom,
Then gone, sanctimoniously conjuring forgotten mystery,


If only I could paint the sky green with agony,
Then regress and re-address its call to dark,
Or blue like the back of a postage stamp?
To arms we fly, to bed to death to disembark,


But it’s forgotten torment before we lie,
Ahead another morning again to wake alone,
Now spent fruit of a wasted liberal cleansing,
Walk the carpet, denounce fate; atone,


Welcome back the glow of life this day,
Beauty will bloom and bask in splendour beneath,
Disregard this treacherous luminescence,
For this right now, I lay one final wreath.

conversation
Worthy of a hospital waiting room
Your contact leaves my skin blistered

I didn't say it to be romantic
But informative disconnected emotionless your retaliation is the
Balled fist a hand I've studied
I know how the skin lays over that knuckle
Scarless you cross two legs I have known with my hands and my mouth
You turn away as if you didn't hear

Every night before I rest my head
I strip myself down until I am bare;
What's mine is His
So with Him I share.
I lie myself down across the bed and prepare to implement my prayers so that we may be intimate.
He enters me, penetrating my entirety
He relies on me
I ride on His serenity
Until He releases all of the devil's ties incising me
He restrains my frame and forces me to refrain from dancing in the flame
Cast by my demons.
Like draining,
He empties me
Of all residual sin remaining within
He comes
Into the heart of my soul
And we console each other.
Whispers,
Heavy breathing,
Until Amen
We continue on conceiving
Until I am whole again.
He smothers my heaving chest
With His Love
His Love
He covers me, in the midst of
His love,
He puts me to rest.