No Conversion Therapy
His eyes hold blacks that Jesus wished to be
When he loomed next to Lucifer, the blacks
That oceans hold beneath each night-time sea,
Not surfaces but depths that only lax
Hearts know. His eyes hold feelings blacker than
Unfallen angels never know until
They spiral down towards understanding man.
The blackness there appears inside their spill
In Eden. Fists can never know such black
Until they try to clutch wide outer space
Before the stars exploded. Then the lack
Of hope fills hearts with lustings’ lush disgrace.
The eyes might once have wanted to be blue
But then they grasped the hell of bone tattoo.
~ Phillip Whidden
by phillipw | Nov 24, 2024 | Uncategorized |