You and I – we are eucharist.
We are the slow quench and
burn of wine made well from
We are from yeast – all that nourishes
made perfect in a moment,
but only after stealing a well-oiled
gaze into the mouth of dreams.
We are the holy cloth, drawn lightly
upon the lip of the cup, still damp
from shared spittle and wine-made blood.
It is the kiss of the saints
blended well in silver,
In the comfortable day, boasting
hours poured into containers shaped by
mystery, there can be no other.
Only a thin breeze of moments –
under your fingers.
Dedicated to my lover and friend of almost 30 years – my wife, Rae Kenny.
2 thoughts on “We are eucharist”
Holy wow! This is excruciatingly lovely. Lucky both of you. Lucky and holy love.
It’s especially meaningful to a poet when other poets that this particular poet admires happen to admire something one has written! Thanks.