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blasphemy

that night i dreamt of lying with jesus

feeling his tears running down the small of my back

his breath on the nape of my neck

setting hairs alight

why? he whispered

but i could not answer

he held me close and told me i was loved

kissed my bare skin

and as i felt the knife run my wrists

we lay dying on a bed of thick white stars

the blood pooling at our feet

the light pouring from our eyes

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fever ►

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Stu Buck

Thu 7th Jul 2016 09:30

cheers david. glad it did something for you.

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Stu Buck

Wed 6th Jul 2016 18:36

thanks ray, i'm glad you like the piece. i wasnt sure whether to post it, as a naked suicide sex-jesus poem could be mistaken for being 'a little much' but i was a big brave boy and did it anyway. hurray for me!

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raypool

Wed 6th Jul 2016 17:39

Stu, I couldn't help wanting to put a last line in here: "and Jupiter aligned with Mars." Seriously though, I think this is terrific, with its intimacy like a joint suicide. There are overtones of collusion and confusion too and just a hint of Coppola.

Great read, Ray

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