Me_cafe_rougeby Jake Murray17 Mar 2015


God weeps
to see you make love

the golden architecture
of your body
rises above me
more splendid
than any cathedral

i descend to join you
precious wine
on my lips

my fingers dig deep
in your soil

the drunken clown
at the altar
shouting his blind

the beggar alone
in the mud
unable to see the stars

the beat
of your heart
the ache of your back
the touch of your fingers
beneath this stone
spread like branches
of autumn trees

these are the spaces
God dances

Her step waits
at the door