A couple more poems

[badstar]

You: Dangerous.

A keenly-honed edge,
razor-sharp.

Ooh, shiny.

Menacing,
hypnotic.

Deadly,
like a wolf,
claws slashing
jaws snapping.

More precise
than microsurgery.

Burning like a fire,
Harsh as an arctic freeze.

As scarred as a man.

As perfect as a god.







Do I make an offering in your temple
when it is I who is offered?
I lay my trust in your hands
as surely as you lay down my shredded body
bleeding on your altar,
its surface now streaked and stained
as red as life and death.
What you want of me, you don't ask
but take from me violently.

Simple acts of devotion will never suffice.
You, I cannot worship by halves.

Comments

[erl-queen.livejournal.com]

I really love all of this poetry you've been writing for/about Him. It is a window into that side of Him that I find so fascinating, and it is great devotional poetry on its own, so raw and real.

[fuego.livejournal.com]

Thanks. You know, I almost feel like it's not coming from me in a way, the way it just...well, it's not there and then it suddenly is.

And at the same time, it's mine, more than anything I've ever written. More than anything that I had to sit down and try to write. It just comes from somewhere else entirely.

[erl-queen.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I know what you mean - that's how most of my poetry comes these days, even though there's not much of it. Especially the last few for Apollon.