Amore Sacro

I ruddy my face with juniper-drops
alabaster my skin with bone-dust
wild and mad, just for You.

I come to You bare of pride
stripped like Adam before
that first bite, Your kiss.

Your mouth, oh, Your lips,
shaped like a taut bow
alizarin with Eve’s ichor.

I know why cardinals bleed
pick frost-berries from fences
they thirst for You, my Lord.

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