something from last september. just found it again...there are entirely too many notebooks lying around my house...
i, mary magdalene
seven sinned slut
of red hair and impossible curves
showered with my jesus' gifts
candles
fragrant timber
honey jars full of
anointing oil
and a map
to lead me
back home
you don't have to crucify yourself
and i don't have to hide my divinity
behind ill conceived notions of purity
we can build a villa
on the shores of the dead sea
bless the bathers from our porch
lay the foundation of new myths
when visitors attempt to classify
the sounds of our lovemaking
i can shake my shekere
while you learn the drums
wind my hips to your other rhythms
in ...inbetween-thighs time
...all the things
i miss most
when we're between incarnations
come and kneel
let
us
pray...
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