i want to taste nothing but honey from Your hands
i want gold gone to dust fingersful of ash
on my tongue until You come for me sweetness is after
this life which i endure mouthfuls at a time: bitter leaves and dirt
learning through hunger is still desire i want what measure of mercy
the afterward earns me if i have indeed pleased You through blood
and bruised feet growing damp and chilled in prayer ehite cristos will greet me
with a kiss there is no separation between the sea’s wet salt and my weeping

spare my daughters who feel love’s pulse in every place
and pressed against one another want as i want yet cannot
stomach the bloodbite of a blistered mouth
gone so long without