intentional sin

thank God
for the small miracle
of intentional sin

for you

though you never were Saint Peter
for you,
i had copies made
of the keys to the kingdom

innocence

your maiden name,
they say
as if perhaps
you once possessed innocence 

always Dylan

He says,
don't cry child
there's faith for that
and if that don't work
there's always Dylan

intent unspoken

here the breaking of the bread

veiled in context of their stark hotel room

as she undoes her belt

he his buttons

he a poor and broken god

coming to her

in the shedding of clothes

the wary looks 

quiet gestures 

intent unspoken 

this is my broken body,

for you 

take this 

for the forgiveness  

of whose sins? 

untitled

the girl who sees the rain
sees your death in the steam

sees the turning of the wheel
the clear note of a bell

the steam
not having risen yet
tells the story

while the wheel turns
putting you on the bottom

the bell
final
tea's ready

the heat can burn
her tongue
the pain away