Marble with blood, your forehead
lilies with blood, your hands;
your eyes, suns with death, death
moon, your lips.
So I see you, Christ,
bloody garden of spikenard;
well, with your five wounds, broken
starry sky.
Red and white, red and white,
I saw the girl in the song: what you deserved
,
by holy love.
claims Abyss abyss
Or perhaps you did not know?;
love calls death: death and love
are brothers.
burning Love, love
cleave flesh and soul, chest and lip.
Love, flaming sword;
love, cautery and boring.
So I see you, Christ, blood
, lilies and marble, suns and moons
death in your eyes and lips. Amen.
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