I place Your mask over my eyes
now my face is visible.
Now you are a feature
of Yourself.
Goddess of no words
no appearance
yet every movement and glimpse
of your skirt is life.
My ghost is in Your body,
that body You have
that none may touch
unless their hands are prayers
offered to You.
No one knows You
better than my tears.
Image (c) Joe Woodward.
