Forgetting that time ends
in all things, and even new
beginnings become stagnant,
she wished to see for the first
time the oceans inside his
eyes stop for a moment
in her waters..

there are virgins who must always
be near their god, and who when
crossing each of his thresholds,
make a wish instead of penance;

as love can come full season, she
lights candles to keep dead watch
over her wandering god and overcome
with emotion, she throws open the door
peering out to the distance, a new
god coming in on tonight’s storm
she guesses and hopes, lifting up her
arms, palms open to catch the
sunset songbird singing over every
wound on this earth.

©Ionwhite