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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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Peter Steele (1962-2010), via noisey

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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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