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“hugging you will always be an awkward thing
no, i have never feared receiving sacrament
from the lips of other men
once I had the holy water wash
the seeds of sin down my oesophagus
but you?
the curl of your arms
reaches like God’s
they steep from earth to heaven
into a shoulder hanging like God’s. . .
well, you are no less God
and i know because I have worshipped
before the fire in your eyes
a song—odd—drooling from my sides
like blood
i fear what Gods can do
the one I last loved. . .um. . .hugged
he suddenly withdrew from existence
and made his abode in arguments”

 

 

About the Author:

D. E. Benson’s review has appeared on Brittle Paper. A student at the University of Nigeria, Nsukka, he was Custodian of The Writers’ Community (TWC) in the university and the organizer of Poetry Friday UNN, a poetry and spoken word event. He was Poetry Editor of the university literary journal, The Muse.

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