Poems For Corpus Christi

My Daily Bread

 
Will I grow old alone,
a pitied spinster, the dried-up
nun?
 
Can we grow young,
Like the seaside,
when your first
Kiss taught me justice?
 
Elopement
was never much
of an option.
A slow
steady courtship
has made me yours
a thousand times.
 
My wine-soaked heart
My lungs as
Daily bread
 
My sweet
My love
My Jesus
 
 
 

Real

presence
 
can I slip my fingers through yours
one last time, don’t stop,
my Lover has me
all the time
 
blessed, broken
and shared
 
my heart
and your
Body