My Beloved Is a Makeup Artist

My Beloved is a makeup artist who once had a vision of Jesus: head bowed, meek, mercygiver. She keeps her bruises in a jar beside the bottle of blood where she can reach them. I have a vision of my Beloved She weaves her crafted strands into buds and braids, beards and brows. Her laughter chimes like sinners' prayers to the ear of Jehovah. The laughter of my Beloved is as loud as the dead stone that rolled itself away from despair. My Beloved knows the face of love by the reflection in His eyes. He strokes her short hair as she weeps He keeps her bruises and her blood. where He can reach them.