// resurrection in the rain
BY CALYN CLARE
enter: storm
silently breathing
into midnight, ink black
asphodel sneaking into the musk
vines climbing from sleeping lips
inching over the driest eternal fields
oh warm condemning
shadow-bound
siphoning blinks and drops of happiness
we worm into self-made graves
twisting in oil-stained sheets
devoured in dry dust
until the first taste of morning
eos digging losing her fingers in the holy body
lifts and
submerged in sun we are dew-bathed again
a damp scape revealed, a being reborn
wet perspiration evaporating in sweet pertrichor
// dea
BY CALYN CLARE
She dances under the april sun,
zephyrus winding the remnants of winter between Her toes.
Her warmth melts every last patch of snow.
i feel something bubbling up under my skin.
golden perspiration pooling in Her collarbones,
work falling away in sweat dripping from Her chin,
curls slicked to Her forehead,
a cycle of tension and release.
She knows so well how to exist.
in Her audience, i become religious.
i reach to Her neck, extended like an offering.
every vein is to be worshipped, so i am gentle.
and still, my fingertips alight upon a pulse coated in honey.
venus kissed Her forehead the moment She was born.
minerva taught Her how to bend without breaking.
persephone adorned Her brow with a diadem of spring flowers,
and the sibyl saw miracles in spilled ambrosia and ichor blood.
She belongs to another world i can only observe.
cassandra whispers its secrets into my ear,
and the truth is too beautiful to believe.
i build a temple in Her honor,
and pray Her feet will grace it.
the world is brimming with divinity,
but Hers is the only one i consecrate.