Holy Grail thighs, you ride my lines
To an oasis of the thunder, imperfect
Mind, I am Mary of Magdala, Lioness
Of Juda(s)h, backdoor to Heaven, blood
Between my teeth, I eat your heart, and
As your marrow gives way to my molars,
As my curves entrap in diamond snares,
The Whore is made Virgin, and only on
The wedding night will we become one!
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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.)
