EditThere are parts of me that still need editingEdit by Hyalma
or they don’t
but I edit anyway,
a period here, a comma there,
some verbs where they aren’t needed tell me are they
we’ll go to sleep now,
editing can be done tomorrow
or not at all
because when I’m with you
I forget to-
because when you’re with me,
it is -I am- complete.
Holy PlaceGod didn’t make this thirst,Holy Place by Hyalma
this yearning isn’t holy but it’s sacred
and I’m coming to drink water from your palm,
wet my tongue on your fingers-
I’m not looking for God when I study you
but you wouldn’t be wrong to dub me devout
and if you offered to read me passages from your prayer book,
I would lie in your lap and listen.
If angels anointed this union,
well, that was nice of them,
but I don’t need anybody’s consecration
to know that I’ve been blessed
and the only prayers I require
are the ones best vocalized against lips,
yours and mine,
and the only place of worship I’m interested in
is our mattress, our tryst, your embrace.
SpiderEvery night I weave the sheets from the start,Spider by Hyalma
tangle threads between my fingers and get to work-
I can’t sleep in a bed without you,
I must find a way to bring you here
so I say “love, love, love” as the fibers intertwine,
I breathe you in and let you out
and spread you on my design.
I close my eyes and in the safety of my mind
you whisper me to sleep;
the sheets are soft,
almost as soft as your lips on the back of my neck.
Oh, I would want for nothing, love, but I have one request-
come, sleep with me and every night
we’ll weave the moon to rest.
The Worm GodSeek Ye Not the World of Worms,The Worm God by shelleypalmer
your massive boots to tread,
to crush, to maim their bodies soft
or stamp upon a head!
They do not like a squishy state,
all lumpy and disjointed
and when their relatives are squashed,
they’re often disappointed!
Kith and kin are rendered flat
and decorate a path:
victims of the earthbound boot,
which vents its rubber wrath!
There’s worms who slither, slinky-sliding,
speeding to some wormy-cover,
mostly failing, often crying.
All are calling for their mother!
Whilst others brimmed with worm-defiance,
fight with might upon the land,
ending up on soles of boots,
till scraped off by some giant hand!
Oh how the worms loathe looming boots,
bearing down, cruelty unerring,
sparing not the young and old,
the infirm, or the newborns stirring.
In time they’ll seek the sacred soil
wherein to speak with earnest prayer:
“Please Wondrous Worm God find a place.
A place that’s safe and lead us there!”
And thus will come the time appoi
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