Who is Healed?
“I stand up to see thighs covered in blood and semen and sweat, and I heal. I heal.” ~ Jaime Mathis, It Rises and Falls
The sight transfigures. It ennobles. Eyes
Become the prophets of a sainthood’s view.
A holiness of liquids comes in guise
Of body gushes sanctified in spew
And streaming. There are gods and Gods, near white
And red. They smell of rusted iron and bleach
Diluted with the tinge of sweat. They smite
Like visions in the nostrils, pupils, preach
Ezekiel-like, transforming twitching bones
To flesh and skin alive to consecrated lust’s
Significance. The pouring of the moans
Seeps down, the thrusts now turned to dribbling gusts.
..A goddess could not ask for more. A God
….Involves their miracles. Healers are awed.