Friday, 20 April 2012

• The Perfect Union

  I hold my heart in my left hand,

  And the knife I’m going to marry it with in my right;

  It’s a perfect union—vulnerable and unwise.

  I bury the blade in my faithless organ,

  And there’s a scream inside my head,

  A scream that shatters the church windows in my mind.

  They are together at last, two star-crossed lovers

  That never believed they’d overcome the odds,

  But I am God, and I sanctify this union;

  In fact, I insist upon it, and what I declare

  Becomes reality, even when it’s only fantasy.

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