TO DEATH DID WE DEPART

I do not know you now, nor do I care,
I’ll admit the truth, no need to pretend.
Your name’s not mine to mend or to repair,
Yet I take up the cause, perhaps to defend.

For we have both known passion’s sweet delights,
Feet pressed together, his, and others too,
Their love, a swoon that set the world alight,
Anointed, kissed, and brought to depths anew.

You fell, you prayed, and I, like souls possessed,
Thirsty and hungry, yearning to be free,
Towards Calvary, our hearts were so obsessed!

— Calvary, righteous, where our souls will be,
In doubts and artful tears, we share our sin,
A simple death, united, deep within.

:: 08.04.2023 ::