in god’s likeness by sara kumar

when god crafted me she made me in her likeness
an ephemeral manifestation of the eternal
and she is yearning

please look at me, long for me
please tell me i’m soft when you take your grotesque fingers
that will never deserve my slenderness
and graze them down my stomach, up my thighs
do you feel the galaxy in my every molecule?
the pulsing, the heartbeat of our creator;
don’t delude yourself into thinking that acceleration is your doing
you are replaceable
but divinity likes to be admired —
worship her.

beware —
my kisses permanently stain and
blood red wine spills out of my eyes —
down into the cheshire cat smile that doesn’t reach the mania of my fuck me eyes,
oh my, it’s dripping down my chin and, wow, i really hate that sensation —
but i love watching it sprinkle onto your chest
you use those same filthy hands
and push me to my knees
and all i can think about is
how pretty my disheveled hair must look;
maybe satan was involved in my making too.

i like when you watch me bathe
while i sink my teeth into spines of books i devour
and while i submerge myself under the water because drowning is salvation and
when i arise i look you in the eye and sin overwhelms me all over again
i lunge for you
an object in motion stays in motion and i am a force of nature,
a manipulator of males,
i didn’t choose this existence, angels don’t get free will,
i can’t help that i was crafted by seduction herself

god made me in her likeness,
and i suppose she’s a slut too