Then He Asks Me For A Prayer

it won’t be long

the Japanese death garden sings wildly
across the world

I whistle back, a soft. black tune
and lose my eyes to winter

I sleep with her on desperate nights,
her hard skin teaches me
God’s lessons.

I am a body of ache for men to pour their
pain into, she tells me how to behave.
I cry that I am to be a desert,
I am naked, on my way there.

She holds me quick, against her cold
and blows me into prayer,
I lay deep in hell, but I swear, God touches me here.

He reaches through me and pulls
out a song. He whispers,  “it won’t be long”
then asks me, again, for prayer.

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About Maggie Mae

"I write because I must". I am a poet of dark imagery. I write what I feel and how I see the world at given moments. I love connecting with other writers and seeing life through their eyes, (in words). If you like what you find here, please check out my chapbook, Some Things Ache In The Dark. It is available @ http://writingknightspress.blogspot.com/2013/05/some-things-ache-in-dark-by-maggie-mae.html.

Posted on August 8, 2013, in Poetry and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 10 Comments.

  1. She holds me quick, against her cold
    and blows me into prayer,
    I lay deep in hell, but I swear, God touches me here

    fascinating!

  2. Beautiful heartache. I love the interaction between characters and the excruciating journey you’ve given us readers.

  3. This is an absolutely beautiful poem, I love the imagery and the pain that it contains. Very, very nicely done.

  4. Hello.. Beautiful.. so much pain.. I hope your thought and feelings take you to happily express the depth of such feeling.. Peace Tony

  5. I like your poem. But I also like how you state, ‘I exist on Facebook’. I like both these things. But in real life, not with the button. I guess I have to give you a like with the button now, too. Here you go.

  6. Wow. Hauntingly beautiful.

  7. Hello, Maggie! We share middle names, if Mae is yours. I like this piece, especially, the line “It won’t be long.” A hero of the Jewish people said “If I make my bed in hell, Thou art there.” So many of us meet God there.
    Here’s to Your Health!
    evelynmmaxwell.com

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