I set the table. I lay out your wrists,
into the chalice I pour thick, warming blood.
There will be no prayers. Only bodily communion,
where I swallow flesh, to preserve love.
Your pale shoulder becomes salted meat,
I break the thin boundary \u2013 the Host on the table.
I will digest it all \u2013 veins and time alike,
so that no morsel falls to the black earth.
When the iron taste settles upon my lips,
I will tear through tissues with insatiable teeth.
Clutching your heavy right hand in my own,
I will tuck it beneath my ribs and knit it to my bones.
Then eternity will reveal a simple and fatal thing:
I ate you out of love. And became you, in the flesh.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I set the table. I lay out your wrists,into the chalice I pour thick, warming blood.There will be no prayers. Only bodily communion,where I swallow flesh, to preserve love. Your pale shoulder becomes salted meat,I break the thin boundary \u2013 the Host on the table.I will digest it all \u2013 veins and time alike,so that […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[55],"tags":[114,113],"zbirnyk":[],"class_list":["post-4854","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry","tag-body","tag-love"],"acf":[],"yoast_head":"\n