Diving for gold in labrynthine depths
Into the bosom of your ocean I'm swept
My heart is a panpipe, thrumming bright
You the wind through the reeds in velvet night.
Body alight, bones of delight. And we
Are all sailors fulsome fright.
Beware the lea of lovers. Sloe black eyes.
Trapped in the depths beyond golden sight.
Take flight, awing, laborious spine!
You are a candle with wick divine.
So kiss the sun, terpsichorean of doom.
And weave his mantle on your frightful loom.
Oh, my love, you are sailors delight.
Pink sun rising beyond measureless sight.
I am froth on the ocean, you the seas might.
So kiss me deep and make summer right.
In the heart of Christmas night.
You are my light, my dainty goodnight.
I love you, I eat you, bread body, blood wine.
So rich in flesh, milled so fine.
And we will sail you forever in time.
So hold me below, and drink my time.
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The Diary of Mary Magdalene: Poems from Christ's Wife
PoetryMary Magdalene writes on her love for Christ. And follows him to Hell. And back again. (A collection of poems, prayers, and meditations from the year I walked with the Lord.)