Love Letter 353 Answer Me

I witness you

because you are the cutlery

with which I whisk my fingers

and dry my eyes

so thine own work be true

I unstead my fast

so I might be steadied

I hold your yoke

so I might be keeled into unmettled union

I bare your flask

so I might wear the serpent

and drink his venom

just to know God

in these thin halls, where the weak mind keeps on binding

I bend down my heart

and rub it in the soil

of your unseen sound

and prepare my prayer

like a ball gown and a garden

and still

your steps

mistake my vow

for worthiness

Oh Love

anoint me

at the foot of your star

and allow my little light

to wear your Oil

Oh Love

take not my rest

but my pungent steadfast lunge at your crib

to honor You

Your Beloved