Overwhelming Anguish

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Overwhelming Anguish

Though young you smiled
and sipped from chalice,
filled with blood and bits of Jesus,
I ditched my manuscripts
to smile and sip in turn.
Though you weren't the Virgin
I knelt and bled
Before your shrine of sun, and lips,
and silliness.
Though God carved in you a dream
whose pursuit precluded me,
and subtleties of need
that neither kiss nor learnedness
could tame or place
in meaningful matrix,
you taught the dance of cock and clit,
you turned the shit to gold.
Though parting's path was pain,
after pleading with shrunken brain
on silver plate for grace,
after weeping at angry feet and worse,
I’d rather be damned
than recant the God
that shines from your eyes,
shines too much to last.
Though we built sad fictions
to shore the blanks,
Though you come in memory's wind
to migraine--the night,
our tale is not decreased by ends
or stormy means,
drained by grief's hyperbole,
not dark as if your sun had ceased to be.