He wants to take me with him, ember
touch tracing spine, a relapse into heaven-
escape from escape.
Goblet of liquid pearls poured into my throat
as a forgotten holy book is read to me.
Words of ancient confused men who didn’t understand
love like this, the flutter
my anatomy makes at his echo,
what the image of his wings does to me
is enough to invoke life into my sleeping soul.
Cast his divine spell onto me, for I am devout
and even my unnoticed prayers are enough
to build shrines to the temple of his name.
He is my cathedral, location unknown
and my back is sore with travels, feet clean and unmarked.
December Lace is a former professional wrestler and pinup model from Chicago. She is a Best of the Net nominee and has appeared in the Chicago Tribune, Pro Wrestling Illustrated, The Cabinet of Heed, Mookychick, Pussy Magic Lit, Vamp Cat, Coffin Bell, Twist in Time, Dark Marrow, and Rhythm & Bones YANYR Anthology, among others as well as the forthcoming Pink Plastic House. She loves Batman, burlesque, cats, and horror movies. She can be found on Twitter and Instagram @TheMissDecember or http://decemberlace.blogspot.com.