Honeyed Milk
Fingertips dipped into a
jar of maternal caress,
these supple hands
carefully pour the oil on me
laminating the spinal spurs
barbing my fleshly peduncle
Christ’s lips embrace
this weathered stump
the once fabled
tree of life,
withered and wallowed,
now gives birth
to burgeoning seedlings
poised to crack open the
ceramic moonless expanse
Lo! How they burst
forth from
the oily balm of
fatherly embrace,
their shattered casings
flung across the forest floor,
An eruption of
Pompeian magnitude,
thirty-three
Olympian branches
drenched in honeyed milk
heave their titanic might
from the middle garden
towards the kingdom
Copyright © Shiraz Bautista | Year Posted 2023
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