Adaptation

by Sister L

 

I long for touch

as the desert

yearns

for the brush-by caress of moisture,

received gratefully and

reciprocated like exhalation

 

        a wasteland can

survive without water

learn to store it up

in increments

ration it out as need arises

even grow lovely things

 

but

deep

down

in its

dust

and

cracks

it sighs –

and prays for cloud cover

 

will young skin untouched also

fissure, convert to barren dust,

praying from its depths

for gentle winds

to collect and

gather promised water?

 

 


 

 

Crossed

by Sister L

 

 

as

for me

I will not reflect

the stark white impotence

of the bearded righteous god

throned and robed untouchably above;

 

instead  I

will  fling

my   Self

with  out

apology

at    the

c r o s s

w h e r e

n a k e d

I will be pierced by splinters and insults,

will   hang  between   heaven  and  hell

swayed  gently through the violent  wind

a w a r e

that God

is  close

to   the

broken-

hearted

e  v e n

though,

by    all

scrutiny

I   hang

h e r e

crossed

a l o n e

 

 

Lesbian Fiat

Sister God, you too love
women with fidelity unbreakable innate
affection and intrinsic passion
too hot to touch (almost);
give me something loving gentle;
stroke me through layers of self-hatred,
shame skin
muscle
ribs
to that heart-sheltered, hidden
hope in your
dis-ordered love;
Voluptuous Creator, sweep me away, make me come
to you in boundless embrace
gasping grasping unrestrained
make me know you
do not tolerate but pine
for me
with bated breath and
warm, wide woman
thighs –


and I will offer you
FIAT
from my soul I will open
and take you inside
to my earthen moist holiness;
I will ignite your
holy lust for me
with my delicious consent surrendering to you
I will give my Self
over with a YES
like you ain’t
never
known

Disordered Love:

Praise God for her
disordered love
free
chaos
foolish
rampant
lava love

overtaking us
jostling our ideologies
turning plans
into disarray
washing over the holy ones and
seducing us with
holy Goodness
But
invisible
to the intrinsically straight
and narrow who mis-
construe God as righteous Law
and never succumb
(like we do)
to the sacred madness of the
Holy

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