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.
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