rings of blasphemy

frozen in starlight,
an ice sculpture–
solar wind respiration
against the heaving
belly of the night sky.
shining beads of sweat
like stars
dappled his bare chest.
his nipples made me shudder,
like the sound of a chair
dragging itself across the
floor, a steel skeleton,
like a dying thing on a highway.

his hair made up the clouds.
the rocks in his eyes could
impale tender breasts and
formless thighs,
could mangle celestial bodies
like a mouth of granite.
the moon turned in its sleep,
just in time for me to see
the blood on his hands,
his broad back, spread endlessly
like wings plucked of their feathers.
the words spumed from his lips,
salty ocean froth– i crumbled
to my knees, pale–
"i am a god."