My Crucifixion

For you

My tears are drops of rain

My affection is a wounded heart

Your beauty is a cobra’s venom

Poisoning my body to unearthly heaven

Making me spin out of control

In a tornado of optional corrupted hard thickness

Deep down inside

In the bush

Between the gods, the land, and the sky

I hide

I wait for people like you

To gather around my waist

And hold me tight

Like the grip of last night’s wind

For you

I slice at my skin and save your sins

I collect seeds to plant

To water and nurse

The growth of us

Seeing your smile

Hearing your laugh

I have to make noise

Yell and scream

Show my orgasm

As your beauty shades my existence

Again Again

I make myself known

To you and the world

I give up everything

For you

I crucify myself

To be with you

© 1998 David Greg Harth

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