Poetry by e.r. de siqueira
Christian Banquet
for Peter Steele waiting for him late night drinking and smoking straw cigarettes, blend tobacco cerrado mulberry not those early clove cigarettes not these days staring at the Crux, my cross upon the sky and drinking reddish lips anxiously waiting, hazing the cup edge one more glass of wine I got a date with Peter Steele at midnight he might feel me burning contrasting with his vampirish flesh sweat dripping through my chest redrawing my apple tree’s lines tattooed on drips flowing south salting my ephebos flesh and harvest tree which he can pick up little fruit from lick any of them or bite with his long pointed canine teeth mistaking ripe apples for hard nipples carnal pale Peter he’s that tall of a man two meters all large and strong I made a feast for Peter and prayed he enjoys the spices on my good Christian lamb marjoram, oregano, rosemary, thyme Herbes de Provence decided not on lavender and saved it to myself I pray to the nightly stars this carnal scent that perfumed the air bring him to dine with me from his yard will he like my roast lamb blue? sanguine taste tender flesh for his carnivore appetite my blood turned wine staring the Crux, praising Bacchus I pray, Eshu when will he come again? |
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e.r. de siqueira holds a BA in English Literature from UFMG, earned after the presentation of his monograph on intermediality studies, "'To th'Monument': The Death(s) of Cleopatra in Literature, Arts and Media" (2016). He's a founding editor of Três tragos e um café and Revista Ídolum. A queer latino poet, languages teacher and translator, he lives in Belo Horizonte, Brazil. Find him at Instagram (@eduardorsiqueira) and twitter (@dusiqueira).
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