Against the Poetic Avant-Garde.

Wednesday 16 April 2008

God

She was here
and I was God

in a temple made of stone and silence
after the noise of the streets
of the cities
of the gestures

the silence
was like a prayer
in bed
between her legs

and the night
a sacrifice
in an altar made by men

to worship me

God in her arms
in her silence.