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i chipped the enamel off a tooth. i'm not exactly sure how, but i've the sinking suspicion there's a source 4 out there just...laughing...
i lit a candle
watched the shadows
flicker
across the walls
seductive
wondering if it is a
sin
to make love to the light.
oh, yeah, sorry. this isn't a mundane entry. this...this is an exhibition. this is the way i say that i don't know exactly how i feel.
when you breathe the
lavender
when you breathe the
lilac
when you breathe the
rose and the jasmine and the sage
can you taste the desperate longing for
glory
born of the earth
grasping hungry for the sky
like
us?
daylight is on. he doesn't sing words; he croons. but i'm not listening. it's not the same. it's not the same, because my "oh, man" is "i don't understand."
and i wanted to say
that i could dance like david.
and i wanted to say
that i could hunger like paul.
and i wanted to say
"yes, lord, you know that i love you"
three times like peter.
maybe four.
i want someone to heal me. but, there's nothing wrong. a churning, a yearning, desire clogging my throat, sticking to the roof of my mouth like peanut butter, but there's nothing wrong. because, my ache is gorgeous.
all that came out was
"i will become even more
undignified
than this"
do i nourish you with my love? only my ecstasy offers any real proof; i set the world on fire and burn to praise you. i want to die a thousand times before i die, because i can feel you drink me in those precious few moments i forget to breathe.
do you dream of me? my heart hums most at night, when my lips taste the shimmer of your own hunger, tongue skimming the stars. and i think that i can look at you without going blind. but, even if i lost my eyes, my eyes which are like the moon making promises, i could still feel your arms around me, urging me to dance.
no one else can touch me while i'm swimming in my god.
"i could not bear to touch god with my own hand when he came within my reach, but he wanted me to hold him. how god solved my blessed agony, who can understand? he turned my body into his."
--meister eckhart
i lit a candle
watched the shadows
flicker
across the walls
seductive
wondering if it is a
sin
to make love to the light.
oh, yeah, sorry. this isn't a mundane entry. this...this is an exhibition. this is the way i say that i don't know exactly how i feel.
when you breathe the
lavender
when you breathe the
lilac
when you breathe the
rose and the jasmine and the sage
can you taste the desperate longing for
glory
born of the earth
grasping hungry for the sky
like
us?
daylight is on. he doesn't sing words; he croons. but i'm not listening. it's not the same. it's not the same, because my "oh, man" is "i don't understand."
and i wanted to say
that i could dance like david.
and i wanted to say
that i could hunger like paul.
and i wanted to say
"yes, lord, you know that i love you"
three times like peter.
maybe four.
i want someone to heal me. but, there's nothing wrong. a churning, a yearning, desire clogging my throat, sticking to the roof of my mouth like peanut butter, but there's nothing wrong. because, my ache is gorgeous.
all that came out was
"i will become even more
undignified
than this"
do i nourish you with my love? only my ecstasy offers any real proof; i set the world on fire and burn to praise you. i want to die a thousand times before i die, because i can feel you drink me in those precious few moments i forget to breathe.
do you dream of me? my heart hums most at night, when my lips taste the shimmer of your own hunger, tongue skimming the stars. and i think that i can look at you without going blind. but, even if i lost my eyes, my eyes which are like the moon making promises, i could still feel your arms around me, urging me to dance.
no one else can touch me while i'm swimming in my god.
"i could not bear to touch god with my own hand when he came within my reach, but he wanted me to hold him. how god solved my blessed agony, who can understand? he turned my body into his."
--meister eckhart