SACRED TO HEART
The torrent of my blinding heart
is what you think you're seeing;
but it's not. I was only born to
see this through. Yesterday, and
tomorrow too. Are they supposed
to all add up to pleasure?
-
Here the letters I've written can
really stand out - I can write them
to you, like a postcard from some
lucrative spa, waiting for my steam
to change to fire and burn me.
-
A scalded heart is probably red, as
red as that of Jesus, the one with
the sacred heart, emitting small
flames like desire. Is that really
how one radiates goodness?
No comments:
Post a Comment