2/28/14 8:12am, Fragment

Bone of bone,
And flesh of flesh.
Made to last,
But born to break
By the light of the world
Hiding under my basket,
The virgin, never passed
The iron gate
To light her wick,
Her oil replenished
But unused.

The bridegroom, long departed.
A speck on the horizon
Trailed by the faithful,
Thirsty for a kiss.

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