She said her name was Mary.

I met her in a smoke filled haze.
Inside a dimly lit bar
where men go
to die of the blues.
And to drown in sadness.

Red wine staining our lips
her beautiful hair
Reached to her waist.
A smile of wild promises.
Containing the allure
Of every woman.

Are you him she asked?
I said
I think I am but I am lost.
She kissed my lips.
Her breath fresh
like the bloom of magnolias.

Come to me my lover
I have waited so long for you.
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 I 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 us my destiny and my
journey on earth.
And my only
pathway to heaven.