Praying for calvary
To shake me clean of the past, to drain me pure of the
present
To leave me in a permanent state of rapture, brittle like
the embers of your love
Pressing my skin against the rough surface of the place
where blood was spilt
The blood that stained us all, trying to get closer
Pooling at the bottom of a chalice, heralded by the
dizzying smell of sugar
Making me heavy, like the billowing hem of your robe
The swish and lock of the door, and the stiff-mouthed
recital heard from within
I never trusted, until now, that a place could save me
That an ashen, sullen sight might make me realise
My palms are open, my brow burning
I am ready
This is my final clutching of you, my searching blind in
the darkness of you
Before it all bursts through and breaks me, washes over me
and disintegrates me
This is my submission, my white flag
The weight at the
end of the rope
Give me calvary
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