Her Ministry

I bodylove her ministry with a threefold genuflection of desperation

made incandescent by my desolations attraction to the distraction


her heart;


her body, and


her soul, for

I am hers to control.

I am puppet and muppet:

alike in the divine,

and sublime in retro-speculative


what I see and have done in my life,

and the gap between what is and what never was,

drives me forward into her arms, for Truths crown is thorny

and I am betrayed by my failure.


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