Tuesday, January 16, 2007

Jesus' Poem

Jesus' poem got buried in the comments, but I dug it out.


Lightly, under sprinting clouds

We find each other translucent.

Heavily: blades and blades crush and stab

Underneath us. We find ourselves

Hiding in our angles, in the shadows

Of our pleasure. The collar chokes,

Pinches, ebbs, flows, tighter, tighter-

Wooden smells, pine and oak, cherry.

Heavily, under melting clouds

I find myself obsidian.

Lightly: verdant stains burn impressions

On my skin. Pulsing muscle, steady drops

Race the rabbit to its hole.

4 comments:

Talia said...

Charmi, this poem is beautiful. I think your too hard on yourself. I'm looking forward to reading more!

Charmi said...

Ah, see, but this is Jesus, not me! But that's okay. He should be in poetry. Do you know him?

Charmi said...

It occurred to me that you might be mistaking Jesus Moyas for Jesus Christ, which I think would make both of those parties smile.

Jesus said...

I'm laughing my ass off!