well that came out of nowhere.

I literally think it's been something like 4 years since I've written a poem. It's been that kind of day. Unexpected, and kind of lovely. 

Gomer's Song

(Hosea 1-2)

a wayward lover am i

that i would rather fuck these tragic johns

than make love to You.

they are dull razors, the men I chase

i scrape them across my skin

but they only bloody me

and the hair remains

i do it because it's what i deserve

and it's what i deserve because i do it

their water is brackish

their wool and their linen is mildewed

and threadbare in my hands

and i am parched

a prideful lover am i

that i would rather choke on their water

than sip honey from Your lips.

for your nectar is sweet

and your linen is royal

such things do not come cheaply, i know

a time will come when i must pay, i know