i pray to be in your blood the way gods crave to burn in the misotheist's mouth– with an alphabet of defleshing, in the ululation of reverence. you, mausoleum of fawns. you, enthused by the sovereign panther. i beseech to be the mountain your holiness dances into at night, the meat you sunder alive and devour raw. come recite the epoidai of your hips against mine. say i am your wine and amethyst. that loving you makes me sacred and cursed, not or.
Zana Ali is a priestess of olive trees and an admirer of Saint Raphael. She can be found sculpting her passion in writing out of mythology and neurotheology at glycophemy.tumblr.com.