insecurity pt. i

fake petals
breath through --

reminiscence of needing,
then i cut God
desire relegated to your free will cloak

i push the brush
over white bowls

but see the face of
him
and him

hands posed, glint
between your vision

where have they been?
your fire of divine swelling light

fingers, mouth, cunt --

gestures of human condition
this kiss, that kiss - history's creations

a cup of light,
poured into my eyes
the milkiness of the blind