In the Cathedral of St John the Divine

do you kiss
many hushed feet
kissing the flagstones
do you rub
the silken pall
make sacred
the great oak jaws
of choir stalls
would you drink
heady red sweat
drinking the rarefied
sexual wounds
our careful argument
consumed
unction from the grail
dispersed between tips
of marble fingers
do you dance
in refined dances
your aural garment
issuing from the lungs
of middle-aged men
are you drunk
are you the drunken
sensibilities of
hagiomaniacs
our love erupting
roaring organ fantasies
our dormant worship
seeping milk
as candle wax

New York City 1991

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