SONNET: 
this rivering desire
to face
this shivering of fire and ache
this trembling to require
a
 
blade
a
muddied
scabbed
persistence 
of desire
oppresses me
of wanting
haunting me
with buried fire
a darkly embered orange smoke
a choir
and chorus, coarsely chanting sooty fate
I taste
I waste
a prey of praying's grace
unwieldy, 
not so wholly holy,
ghost
and knotted 
     flesh compounding 
         tears and time
and time again 
to groan toward
his face
with 
stuttered 
   broken 
      breaking     hopes
I claw the bread
I claim
blinking
to try to trace
bloodied
it presses me
a shade
the spilling wine
by gideon burton
I claw
the spilling wine
the bread
I claim
unholy