that night i dreamt of lying with jesus
feeling his tears running down the small of my back
his breath on the nape of my neck
setting hairs alight
why? he whispered
but i could not answer
he held me close and told me i was loved
kissed my bare skin
and as i felt the knife run my wrists
we lay dying on a bed of thick white stars
the blood pooling at our feet
the light pouring from our eyes
thanks ray, i'm glad you like the piece. i wasnt sure whether to post it, as a naked suicide sex-jesus poem could be mistaken for being 'a little much' but i was a big brave boy and did it anyway. hurray for me!
Stu, I couldn't help wanting to put a last line in here: "and Jupiter aligned with Mars." Seriously though, I think this is terrific, with its intimacy like a joint suicide. There are overtones of collusion and confusion too and just a hint of Coppola.
Great read, Ray
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Stu Buck
Thu 7th Jul 2016 09:30
cheers david. glad it did something for you.