Profane Movement by D.H. Gomez

We two

Cheek to cheek,

I listen to the shell of your ear

And hear your humming ocean:

Electrons dancing in every atom.

Their sacred, swirling ritual of chaos;

Heathens and their pagan practices.

All for you,

New god,

Living off their worship,

Grown powerful enough

To turn my face away

And listen to your musical breath

Humming in my mouth

As I sing your praises

And call on your name.

The old gods know.

They may not lend me their ears again.