Body, body complete as a planet, our whole world And no soul anywhere? Death, death complete As a trainwreck, and no salvation from skeletons? I stagger after your kisses that stagger away. 5 A million miles of purgatory and no heaven to end it. Collapsed loneliness, a black velvet hole. When our hands touch like torches, all night, What floss of wire in our heads signals there's Deity? The spellchecker in my brother admits His existence. 10 So why are all the gnats awake on my skin, This volcanic island chain of doubts surrounding me? Am I the only atheist to ever fall in love? Without death, I would be content to kiss you hereafter. Without death, your generation would be as water, 15 Mere water, water from water, a wetness, nothing else.
From the collection "The Rose Lasso"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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