A fragrant blossom, like the essence of a rose
gathers a bouquet around me ripe for your hands
to pluck the most cloying blossom, bittersweet,
like a tangerine, and my universal soldier is
poppy red and banner blue. Oh sweet martyr, kiss
me quite starstruck and cast my petals to the wind.
I only unfurl my perfume in your arms, and lilies
and myrrh grace only the Chosen King of Kings, the
Romans' Scourge, Lord of the Lamb, crown of thistle.
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The Diary of Mary Magdalene: Poems from Christ's Wife
ΠοίησηMary 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.)
