Ascent (Parts i - v)

The first five parts of a poem called Ascent about issues quite present to my heart at the moment.

That cross caught
on a naked chain
Just to carry the burden
with you
to remind you

Am I undead?
A shield of silver arcs
around you
so even if you try to touch me
I am pushed away

Shy to the thought
that flesh is not
a part of your life
that the blush of lust
is a poison
not a ingredient
a curse to be medicated
with two hands massaging
the idea of air

I’m sorry
you are perfect
just as a human
just as the earth
coughed you out
you don’t need wings
to take me to heaven
we don’t need halos
we have matches
and I
for one
enjoy melting candles.

Why do I fall in lust with girls who wear metal crosses
and have hearts locked in some mystery’s hand?

Heaven is a almond eye
and honey voice.

Well then-
I am your Adam
to this Eve
but that god has never
spoken to me

And if he has taken
these ribs
I can’t see the imprints
where they should be laid

I still have apple shreds
in my teeth
but I’m feeling nothing
no rumbling
no spinning
burning sword

How come he built
the belief in you
and not me?

Or was it designed
in human palms
held to painted ceilings?

Her eyes sink into secret realms
 locked behind lids
whilst I lay sleepless with her head
 weighing like a loose nail on my pump
the hope is intoxicating
or maybe I would just like
 to be the bloody apple
  to tease bashful tastebuds
   into the dearest desert of skin

Either way it’s a drug
 for me to fall for Christians
with bars over thighs
  it’s an easy get out clause
    I just don’t believe
but I see you are human, lady,
 and I worship you.

To capture the taste of
a storm in highborn
taste buds
on tongues strung
with previous sparks
and mistakes
and jitters of ideals

Speak to me in the language
of muscle spasms
and praises reserved
for liars in silk
and all too comical hats

Relish in the refractions
of stained glass
where my fingers have passed
smugging the face of
an angel strung up
on a streetlight

Author's Note

Keep it mind this is five pieces written at different times.

Reviews

[Seb Cox]

I have always enjoyed your religious imagery and even though I have a feeling I know your inspiration for these, it seems fitting that it is you who 'falls in lust' with the very bearers of the toxic ideology you have always spurned with such vigor.

Beautifully written bro.

[afra]

wow ..very deep and beautiful ...well done

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Great work ,Seth. The religious imagery is definitely present in this piece. I love the line " I still have apple shreds in my teeth" :). Great job, sir:)

- Cord