Mary to the Angel
I told no-one of our night of passion,
Subliminal fire-lit delight that it was,
Kept this one secret from my husband.
Will God forgive me?
Ask him, for I lost that connection years ago,
Our son rebelling
To wander through street and desert,
Ignoring a mother’s plea for his safe return.
Darling come to me.
Every spring I plant a pale blue flower, and
Tell my husband it is in the Lord’s name,
Though, in fact, the forget-me-nots are designed around that tattoo,
The one on your wrist:
The sword emblazoned there by your Lord
Himself.
I cannot forget you, and the
Memory of your burning skin
Makes my husbands paltry, pale flesh
Disgust me, where once I was enamoured.
Save me from this dour fate as a married woman,
Hating my husband for his lack of prowess.
He does not know that I fake fulfilment
At the times we spend together,
And he cares not for what I want.
You cared, and you noticed.
Send me word, for you
Promised me your touch was not
One of duty to your Lord,
But love of a mortal woman, Mary,
Who stole your heart from first meeting.
Leave me not alone
On this barren earth which worships our son.
Rescue me.
Forget-me-not.
What do you think?
xx
Unknown "~Kitty Kat~" Confused
- 16 years, 2 months, 3 days ago
