A new tangent

[luna_virgo]

Vessel

You have loved much
Mary and for that you've
been called harlot
but that name belongs
to the wives of the rich
not you Mary you poured
your blessings freely
no matter the cost
and drowned those
nagging devils with
the flowing myrrh
of love.



Passion

I let down
my long red hair.
I pour my
precious gifts
at your feet.
I offer myself
to you. Take,
eat, drink.



Possession

What did the devils say, Mary?
That you weren't pure enough,
you slept around,
you were damaged goods,
too worldly, too weak,
too wasteful, too much
like a woman?
And all you wanted
was a man who would
listen, who would gladly
receive your gifts
and bless you for it,
one man who would finally
share your cup.