Friday, 20 April 2012
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.