Embrace

Since when did God’s arms become shorter than the devil’s?

It's Ericajean

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Since when God’s arms become shorter than
the devil’s?
I try lying in the crook of his elbow, the biceps
brachii tendon
Bendin’. I Nest there, because his embrace is a Scripture
to me
Encase, enfold, encircle. To take
“up readily”
My Song of Songs, my Lapis Lazuli. I hold you in
my daydreams
where we
Kubla Khan together — embrace me like a Sacred

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It's Ericajean

Essayist and poet | Author of Rumors of Ouroboros and Sea of Iron Hands. Learn more about her at https://linktr.ee/itsericajean