You won’t believe me but
when I was 20 I dropped acid
and coughed up two letters 
of your name. 
I thought it was love, then,
the rest of you was surely inside me.

I buried that love for the better
part of a decade, it was my bone
and I was your dog.
Today I dug it up, fed it milk, and
placed it inside the reliquary.
Through the glass,
it drew me a heart
in the steam of its breath.

This will only make you more pompous, I know,
but I believe in the Truth,
even as it squirms
to its defeat in the beak
of a bird.