"Redemption: that’s what he seeks. Logical redemption. Logical love. It must sound strange to speak of logical love. But there really is such a thing as logical love. It must sound strange to speak of the blood of logic, he says. Of the heart of logic. But there really is such as thing as the blood of logic. As the heart of logic."

"

i.
i called you holy and you laughed it back into my mouth.
i called you holy and you hid your halo behind your back,
plucked the feathers from your shoulders as i took my communion
in the soft skin of your thighs -
you, my holy water. you, my cherry wine. you, my altar.

ii.
i called you angel and kissed prayers up your spine.
i called you angel and recited a litany in the cradle of your hips,
mapped my hands across your body in some rough approximation
of worship, of devotion -
you, the seraphim. you, the fallen.

iii.
i tried to write you a poem, but my pen was full of
hymns.

"