green cave float

i am the fountainstorm from a black heart

i am the desert of redemption

i soar on dead wings of sin

i am pre-nun cracked virginity

the arrows of moderation failed to hit me

but the ones who came with fear and hate

kissed me deep long and hard

and those who spelled death are so ready

paler skin than the sheets of jewish fairytales

is sown upon every soul and body of life

and i wonder who sees desolation

through my eyes

holds the vision

and makes love" to it"