Magdalene

*I met her in a smoke filled haze.
In a bar where men go
to die of the blues.
Red wine staining our lips.
her hair flowed to her waist.
A smile of wild promises.
Are you him she asked?
I said I think I am.
She kissed my lips.
Her breath fresh
like the bloom of magnolias.
Come to me my lover
I have waited so long.
Bring me the cleansing
purity of your sweet love.
Powerless I follow her
I lay with her drowning
In the softness of all women.
She washed my sins away
drying my soul with her hair.
Death cowered in the shadows
A spectre no longer feared.
For now I had seen heavens light
within her eyes..
When the morning light
melted the stars.
She left me
I begged her to stay.
She smiled and touched my cheek.
I am Magdalene
the farmer of men’s souls.
It is my journey on earth
And my pathway to heaven