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WHAT THE BRIDE SAID

from Take Me to Church


I could devour oceans wide;
unslaked, and unabate
ignite the tropic latitudes
with fatness cloyed, and platitudes
I would repudiate.

O come my love, tarry no more
though altar and the flame
vexations will remunerate
affianced, as nigh consummate
the stooping of the frame.

In multiplying agony
the divine apoplexy
the silver sheen
of things unseen
the whispers
intangential
the seizure
reverential
of death,
and life,
and birth.






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