Perfect Love from Romantic Dialectic by Skip K.D.

God Is A Mouth

Feel it’s echo in all other hungers
Feel it burning in your flesh
All things carried in the blood
Pulsing in the cavern of your chest

Desire renders us repulsive and divine
This body. This temple. Wretched and sublime.

I’m only playing god again
I’m only playing god again

What tenderness could you expect to find?
Coming from these hands of mine
How many times do I have to say this,
All surgeons, all lovers, all artists are sadists.

God is a scream, and a gaping silence.
The love of God is violent.

Repulsive and divine
Wretched and sublime

But you only say “See?”
“My heart still beats.”

The body broken open
There my hands, your heart
No more shall we part
I promise this.

Repulsive and divine
Wretched and sublime
This Temple,
This Body

This Temple,
This Body

This Temple,
This body

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