The breast that leaks no honey milk

Seeks to bring me solace

Upon a body of darkness

That I may be again denied in the name of the Father Son and Wholly Ghost

Bestowing grace and in exchange for all my carnal sin

His arms in benediction

Convey on me second hand acceptance

In patronizing gestures

Crossed with thinly veiled contempt

I cannot offer up to him confession

For just beyond the curtain of his illusion

I sit and touch those private parts

The ones he must deny

So his power may exist without my God that lives within.


Steph Lovatt

Bulletin From The Other Side