The Most Beautiful Thing In The World

I want to eat St. Basil’s Cathedral;

I think she’d taste like

butterscotch.

I want to trace

her patterns,

with my tongue.

I dream of her, still,

the most tantalizing confection,

my neck stiff in the cold,

from staring up,

my lips as blue 

as the onion 

above the chapel of

Saints Cyprian and Justina.

I wish I were a giantess,

tall enough to

caress each luscious dome,

with both hands,

pressing my face against her,

breathing her in,

as she brings me to tears.

I think she would be warm.

I would devour her,

dome by dome,

brick by brick,

panel by panel,

bite by bite,

savoring,

chewing,

swallowing.

My eyes would grow greener,

my limbs suddenly carved

with points and swirls,

my nails shining gold,

like her crosses,

as I became her,

and she became me.


I wrote this in one of Maya Stein's online writing classes.  I highly recommend them!  She is a brilliant writer and teacher!