"The Only Prayer"

48" x 60"

Acrylic, gold leaf, copper leaf, ink, epoxy resin on canvas. Original Poetry by Jenifer Hammond

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“Fucking Is The Only Prayer”

 

I think of the day when you are dead and gone

and I can have your bones.

I will cradle the bone of your hip in the palm of my hand

and remember it’s sharpness against my thigh

when we were young and beautiful and needed each other

and spent our days in and out of the bed

in and out of each other

working and then fucking 

and it was all the same thing.; 

fucking to flow, 

fucking to feel alive,

fucking to stave off that fear 

that creeps in at the edges.

 

It was worship;

seeking and desiring,

joyful and thankful,

fucking is the only prayer

thank you, oh thank you, thank you

are the words on my lips

(and I love you, but those words I keep inside)

 

You say I saved your life.  

but you don’t tell me how.

You talk of your own death as if at any moment 

you will just divorce yourself from this world

be gone from mine

I can only dream of having your bones when it is done.

It’s the lie I tell myself (among many lies)

I will hold that bone and feel it’s weight and texture 

and all that was holy about you will rest in the palm of my hand

the same prayer still on my lips

thank you, oh thank you, thank you."

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Jen Hammond