and i cried in the shower; privately
no one aware, only you
in your dreams and hands
where we both genuflect to our wholeness
or is that holiness?
i should be an honourary catholic
as i carry guilt on my back like a humped
hair shirt, itching to be taken off by you
caring for 'others' before my own met needs
i need; to be blissfully awake
but i care, for you and yours
as you do, mine and me/you/us
in and out of night and day
time/s split atoms that explode across my eyes
i wake to find your words resonating in pain
and the turmoil of crucifixion's gaze
tomorrow is a nail in my foot
and the floorboards creak
i am waiting in the wings of gabriel
and mary, my middle name, mary my mother,
mary magdalene repentent soul of all 'good' women
brushes my hair, says to me
- come now child, lift up your eyes to the sky
surely you see it there
i look; manchester skies are blue today
just like my eyes and his
if you think you know love
then feel this love
feel it in the bible of your bones
the shadows of the cross worn around my neck
this is what i called to god for
now, i pray for the pain to hurt me
in the rapture of friday's call
Honorable winner
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Love, C
