My yearning for His bones and sinew is a gaudy shame;
that bitter distaste, wreathed in fiery smoke,
singes the pith of my sobriety.
My savage pursuit is an abominable cruelty:
a heathen beast, I curse His name—my God—
aiming for the arteries; and blood is spilled.
My lips are coloured red: I try to quench my thirst;
His alabaster skin flushed mortal death,
and me, snarling as I suck Him dry.
My wretched yearning is a sickly, vulgar shame;
that sullen mockery, that fervent reverence;
the charred remains of Him and me.