Biblical Erotica—by Daniel Edward Moore
Mountain men are clear about
bearded Gods and bullies, how
introductions can break like stone
covered in commandments.
I, for one, prefer the edge of razors,
as the wilderness ends
in every mirror framed
with spiders blushing.
He said, the bed, burned like salt
in the wounds of sleep
where dreaming is the prophet’s way
of drooling like a river.
I washed his face the way a mother
fills a mouth with milk.
Silver clouds crossed our eyes,
blue with contemplation.
Daniel Edward Moore lives in Washington on Whidbey Island. His work is forthcoming in I-70 Review, Tar River Poetry Journal, Ponder Review, Sierra Nevada Review, Texas Review Press, South Florida Poetry Journal, and Bryant Literary Review. His book Waxing the Dents is from Brick Road Poetry Press.