The Innisfree Poetry Journal

www.innisfreepoetry.org

by Michael Lally

from THE GOD BOOK

You are my heart, God.
You are my blood.
You are the nerve endings
in my tongue,
my scalp, the soles
of my feet, my
penis, my thighs—
You are my eyes.

You corrupt me
with your love
as I have my
sons and daughter—
you are the water
in which I choose
to drown—you
pull me down—
I can't resist.


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