A body to worship
A film poem made with misloaded 16mm film, manipulated piano improvisations and an incantation.
I want a body to worship
To examine closely
Locating moments of ecstasy
and grief
Feeling the surface,
going inward.
I want a body to hold
Gently, tightly
A vessel of eternal warmth
The scent of skin
Marked with memory.
I want a body to worship
Sending me to the altar
With offerings to the divine
Carrying me forward
Into the temple.
I want a body to share
These connections
Sinews of fate and destiny
Devouring them slowly
The taste of sweat
A sweet timeline of intimacy.
A body to worship.
A turning point
Unlocking hearts
Barbs unfurl into blooms
As the flowers and songs and ripe fruits adorn the altar
The body awaits
For its devoted follower.