Profane Movement by D.H. Gomez
Updated: Jul 28, 2020
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.

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