Friday, May 9, 2014

cassia and crocus


He held me
pressed close against him
the smell of char
cassia and crocus
the sun warmth of skin
He showed me eternity
all He had made
“look what I have done for you,
my child, my sister,”
He said
and i,
forever a girl
saw all things
that which came
that which was to come
and thought only of Him
the warmth of his body
the places blood rushed
the ache of my own skin
for things unknowable
and so known