I am made of lovers.

storm drenched in my valleys
rain has covered me
i am a fulcrum for your lightning
i am a forge for your thunder
you rise above me and i am a nest of snakes
i am falcon feathered the electric petals of roses
who have bloomed in midsummer sun

i am made of lovers
all of you
and i have been an exorcist
and a venus rising from the sea
as if for the first time
i have stepped shivering onto the wet sand
and called myself to myself

your names are runes in the echoes of me
i walk through cityscapes and through the ruins of memory
and our tongues and fingers pulse
i am restored to the bacchic nature
of how we dance together
you pushing my thighs down
to bring the queer prayers to the holy places

i am made of lovers
stripped down naked and alone
i have sworn upon myself
released your names through shame rage and wonder
to the reflection in the mirror
i have been haunted
i am a haunting and a graveyard of your bones

and yet i have been the spring
my landscape rippling with the rebirth
of every pleasure sound
of every word of power
of all the desert harlotry and fecund faggotry
i have been the spring
and i am the feast of of life with
or without you

i am made of lovers
every season
every evening
every turning of this pained earth
and together we kiss the spiralling
aions
and together we undo the curses
of isolation

for our feast is the feast of fire
and that fire is the presence
of the holy ones
and our love making is the drenching of storms
your rain covers me, lover.
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