he was a horse

in living color
we watch jesus
die. we worship
his suicide. i pray
for a well hung
virgin mustang. i
will ride him into
a canyon deep.
wipe away his
sweat. a desert
breeze will cool his
holy spirit. every
saguaro bloom will
be our guardian. i
watch his restless
tenderloin. we are
baptized no longer
fools. god kissed
our cocks. we are
transcendent queers .
our humanity rises
in the sangha. our
balls rise and fall
in sunshine.
twisting divinity
on boulders
and sand. voyeurs
were satisfied
quests.
my face buried in
his loins. we spoke
a language of moans.
a mustang rode me
hard. our flesh was
burned the same.
we shared our kisses.
we could not
die with a sacred
heart. the ravine
echoed whispers.
we listened for the moon.
hawks were teased
by sparrows. there
was no shame. we
walked the way
of the cross. on his
muscle i rode into
the black. my
prayer was his
amusement.

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