The Magdalene takes you to Her cave in the sky:
you are taught the scripture of Her body
its starry gaze, its dark blooms
where rooms open to become heavens.
She lays you down in Her,
and bids you enter.
Mary anoints you.
Mary washes your feet with Her hair.
She leads you into Her bridal chambers,
She teaches you the mystery of poetry
how the holy words are inward and female
and must be dressed to be seen.
Then like a seed too full of the sky
you break open to form a mouth for Her prayers.
She speaks to you like mist and sunlight
Her voice releasing
one delicate frond of passion after another.
She sheds two thousand years of tears for you.
You hold her close not daring to speak
daring only to be human enough.
You hold Her like a bee holds a bloom
gathered intimately around as taste and scent.
She tells you that you are Her Jesus
She holds your hand
reading the pain of your life across its palm
a life spent walking away from the Magdalene
away from the Goddess
until you remembered
until your heart opened at last
like a flower in the cave of Her love.