It is a bow of a boat
headed up into the night
It is bird beak.
It is the yoni
of the mother,
the erection
of the father.
It's a crack.
It's the great divide
marking what once was
between church
and state.
It is an expression
of celebacy
laced with sexual
secreting
locked
somewhere
in a confessional
whispering
forgiveness
come to me.
This full moonlight
of january
finds me
wet from
penetration
in the stark
holy night light
of st mary's
illuminada.



celestialgrrrl