"Leviticus Perverted"
Remember to make eye contact as you
cradle the back of his head. The silence
will vibrate the brown in his eyes, turning
the world shades of death. His lips will tremble,
part, and snap shut and all in the name of
his loves. Then, in an instant, his eyes will
slide upward to search for God up above.
Then slide your fingers from under his skull
and try not to let the weight pinch. It's not
what you think, the pull of gravity, but
the glow of myrrh gone dull. Off of your knees,
standing at ease, hovering one- two- three...
The priests in the crease, sacrifice with false
guile, munching bloody-burnt scraps with a smile.
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