poster child of magdalene + in between
poetry + prose by Christina D. Rodriguez
poster child of magdalene
Love does not want this body, this falsehood looking for resurrection in eyes that reflect her as altars. Love wants the classic centerfold, not the poster child of the Magdalene complex with numerous notches in her inbox. Love has been deceived by smudges across the screen, the pretend of desire grown by distance. If Love moved closer, Love would see that this body houses nothing but fiction and their story will eventually end. No one falls for the one already on their knees.
No soy un lenguaje secreto
with lips pressed against your neck.
I sweep up goosebumps
con la lengua de una bruja,
worshiping each hitch
arrastrando hacia el sur
until I take in a hymn,
mi boca envuelta en el hechizo de tu virilidad
- another passage pressed to knees,
llevando la memoria de tu piel.