Parable of Bones

I want to eat God, limb and line. 

Each yellowing ivory Bible verse 
Every sacrament of soft white 
Bread and cool waters,  
All of Him in a single bite. 
Like Eve, I won’t even leave the core.  

I want to hold His beating heart  
Against my ear, to savor the universe: 
Quantum joy of colliding galaxies 
Migrant planets, wandering humans, 
Warm and fluttering as a word.  

He that eateth my flesh,  
and drinketh my blood, 
dwelleth in me, and I in him. 
Yet I hear nothing singing 
In my vein or marrow.  

I must peel back the ripe fruit  
Flesh of my desires, devour agony’s 
Pulp and temperance’s nectar  
Before my teeth cut supernal calcium, 
The coral-porous seed of God within. 

Perhaps it isn’t just His divine pulse  
I am ravening for, but my own.