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god’s bedroom
I am unhinged
and unhinging a door in the sand
hoping it leads to God
in his bedroom.
I’m searching for the ultimate
fuck,
the ultimate declaration
of love
among barren wastelands
and beautiful flowers with spikes,
ready and waiting to slice wandering hands.
Underneath the ground,
God’s bedroom
is ruby red, bed crafted out of silk sand,
fluid and eager like the building of waves
before a storm.
My jaw is unhinging
ready for God’s gift of desire,
my legs parting like the red sea
for Moses. I’m aching to feel the celestial
pulsing inside my veins, desperate
to feel love in it’s most powerful,
unscrupulous state.
Convince me of overwhelming
love.
Convince me of my worthiness,
convince me that coming
apart at the seams
is the true path
to freedom in this world.
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