Do you see him
Berry eyed with dark hints of trauma
Above my head he sits

Where the air is rude
And still dominated
Craving nothing but lunar waters

He knows my secret code behavior
The stigmata in these arms of mine
Double looping my necklaces to amputate

Fixing my wild machines
My devious equivocations
Nested between two seas suspended
Footing my pride in the opaquely precipices

Mothering me curtained
With his terror loving organs
Flapping possibility oxygen

Red migrant bird
I must confess
Faith often gags me saintly murderous

Been drinking religion forgetting my confirmation
And if this is the fluid in which we meet
Hearten my blood bloom clean

Remembering my sleep
Uncrossing my position
For our ruby fate

In the net where mortal visibility miserably hides
Disturbing mirrors
Shifting clarity for the polished shoulders
Pacing insanely sniffing eternity

Smell me red bird
Do you like my inconstant green
Vividly singing on your precarious flight

Give my lips your breast to nourish
Tell God he is my only Christ
Walking my kindness unstained