LGBTQ+ Poem: Thirt, by Jackson Martin

I thirst.
So He said.
And I did.
I thirsted so.
And like Him, I had need of that drink which brought and sustained life.
But, also like Him, I was abandoned.
Eloi, Eloi, we were both abandoned upon the asperous acanthite.
For man cannot subsist on that thirst alone; he has need of the nectar of the heart, and
the liquor of the soul, and the hunger of the flesh, and that quintessential need of belonging.
Under that ablaze – summer sun – the whipp’d wrath of Sol Invictus, that thin veil holding us
back, did melt.
His Father did abandon Him upon that mont, looking away to keep pure the gates to
His divinity.
T’was, in turn, my eyes that turned all away, for the soul knew what the mind
repressed, and our body did act accordingly.
The law of Heaven is life for life.
That desire to sip, drop by drop, has been, by his awful grace, satiated.
Juices begotten of goblin fruit; goblin fruit begotten of Eden.
Teeth pierce as Sebastian’s arrows – godly Reni’s brushwork.
From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one.
We afterwards lie as the Dying Galatian, disgusted but satiated.
I thirst no more.
For now, I thirst no more.

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