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by

Crystal Dawn Allen

I could freeze puddles just by
speaking your name.
Wherever there is breath,
there will be my worship for you.

Your eyes chant me into existence
There is no breath save for
when your breath moves through me
it surrounds me
as the wind breathes through the forest
you echo throughout my hollows

I am on my knees before you,
holiest of all men, my one true king
now and forever
I follow you with every step

Your scourge or your kiss,
whichever you lay upon me,
I will readily accept.
I want to be summoned
by yur sword.
I want to kneel before it.

There was silence and darkness
thereafter; it was enough
to kill emptiness,
it was enough that I was once
blind and dissolving in your sunlight.

I place mirrors in front of doorways now,
invoking the portal from whence we came
and retreated;
your face shatters glass
and now the gateways are thousands
Behind every one
I will see your face

O mightiest of lords, you are
my keeper, though the key
has been lost, and the treasure
forsaken.

You are there;
you are there even as
the stars are there,
day or night, in the darkness and
the light,
and in the shadows you are
waiting
A storm is gathering inside

Would you hold out your hand as if
you still held the key
would you beckon me

I would fall over you like
the rain and the snow
with nowhere to go
falling home

When the vacuum is broken
and these thoughts are set free
would you worship and be worshipped
by me
even angels must fall
to make peace with it all
Would you fall in the name of a dream?

THIS IS THE EDGE I TOPPLE OVER

the center of my palms
they are outstretched
and turned towards the sky
awaiting your physical prayer
This is a church that
has not been blessed since last
you knelt before the altar

My love, oh let me feel
the torture of your breath!
Let me be the velvet cushion that you
fall and pray upon
Allow me to be the tapestry
on which you gaze adoringly
Have no other gods before me
Know that I exist for you
alone.

Rest your head against my heart
and feel the earth thundering
coming home

Stop being the gentle shadow in my life
It hurls me into
madness
chaos

The light in you begins
to pale the sun,
your kiss becomes
a messenger from a mountain stream
where the waters so cold,
it tastes like bright ice
untainted by form.
It tastes
pure.

You are chosen;
no matter
by whom

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Why don't you look at These Old Waters Are Starting To Run Low
by: Daniel Bradbury
from: Simi Valley, CA, US

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