Rearrange a "Wife's" Affection!Commenta
When they dislocate my Brain!
Amputate my freckled Bosom!
Make me bearded like a man!
Blush, my spirit, in thy Fastness -
Blush, my unacknowledged clay -
Seven years of troth have taught thee
More than Wifehood every may!
Love that never leaped it's socket -
Trust intrenched in narrow pain -
Constancy thro' fire - awarded -
Anguish - bare of anodyne!
Burden - borne so far triumphant -
None suspect me of the crown,
For I wear the "Thorns" till Sunset -
Then - my Diadem put on.
Big my Secret but it's bandaged -
It will never get away
Till the Day it's Weary Keeper
Leads it through the Grave to thee.
Proud of my broken heart, since thou didn't break it,Commenta
Proud of the pain I did not feel till thee,
Proud of my night, since thou with moons dost slake it,
Not to partake thy passion, my humility.
Thou can't not boast, like Jesus, drunken without companion
Was the strong cup of anguish brewed for the Nazarene
Thou can't not pierce tradition with the peerless puncture,
See! I usurped thy crucifix to honor mine!
One crown that no one seeksCommenta
And yet the highest head
It's isolation coveted
It's stigma deified
While Pontius Pilate lives
In whatsoever hell
That coronation pierces him
He recollects it well.
Oh, honey of an hour,Commenta
I never knew thy power,
Till my minutest dower,
My unfrequented flower
No man saw awe, nor to his houseCommenta
Admitted he a man
Though by his awful residence
Has human nature been -
Not deeming of his dread abode -
Till laboring to flee
A grasp on comprehension laid
Returning is a different route
The Spirit could not show
For breathing is the only work
To be enacted now.
"Am not consumed", old Moses wrote,
"Yet saw him face to face" -
That very physiognomy
I am convinced was this.