I seek an effigy <br />to absorb my sins; I <br />plead on heaven's back <br />to loose <br />the lasso round your neck <br />so you my christ-love, my <br />bride, my groom-thing <br />might wash me and wear me. <br /> <br />See, <br />we sink faster than Sodom <br />as we partake full of each other <br />waiting for morsels to thicken <br />like mealpaste, raising bellies. <br />We <br />wait, in duel <br />cleave blind as blind men <br />steal sackcloth and spoils to keep, and <br />we are tempted to desert. <br /> <br />Kings' steed purple-tread our path <br />waiting not, <br />tapis snap, windward, skyward <br />above the God-fold where it is spelled out <br />on heaven's back: <br /><i>I am your christ, <br />now save me, <br />save me.</i> <br />Winds move me east <br />to no bruised, no great vanity.<br /><br />Mia Lin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-fullness-of-sky/
