Thursday, December 14, 2017

Temple Poem

by Bethroot Gwynn

It is not just that I love one woman
Invite her into the hushed temple of my most sacred self
Travel with her into the far corners
of her most private being.

It is not just that I am coupled;
I have coupled with her, and with her, and with her.
I am tripled, and quadrupled.
I am a throng of worshippers
reverent before our own images
jubilant to invent our own litanies.