Five BelieversJerusaMay 03, 202642SharePhoto by Jazmin Quaynor on UnsplashLord, take this cup from me.Loneliness stirs us.We sift through its ruins,breathing nostalgia like euphoria.What obscure sorrow, what exquisite agony!Too long have I chased the ghost of electricity across a violet night,a turgid sea that broke my will upon the shore.Sooner or later, dawn, too, must breakand scatter us with its light upon the dust.What a tragedy of blindnesses we visit upon ourselves——to be nothing and everything,entangled by this quantum thread.This dark heat burns the scent of wasted years and transacted miseries from our skin,like the sound of mercury, thin and wild in my head.Who were you to touch me with your light,like the dawn, to take the darkness from my face and replace it with your warmth?You have been the quiet and the chaos of my heart.You are a borrowed illusion,ripped from the pages of the sorrows we both keep.I have traced the lines of your face until rivers ran through them,carving fresh paths in our peculiarity of flesh.I am emptied,a kenosis in absentia.Sometimes desire is like a hard rain.Lord, take this want from me.Heavy have I walked through worlds and years.These bones now scream of better earth.Do I not now desire rightly?I wish only to sit next to your painand exhale the dirt of our existence,to lay my head on your shoulder and hear your heart softly beating.To be easy, like breathing,to be safe from all mention of inconvenience,all threat of scorn,to be the smile on your lips,my geranium kiss.Share JerusaThanks for reading! Subscribe for free to receive new posts and support my work.Subscribe
