Poem 4: Janelle
Fig leaves don’t offer enough coverage
in a marriage
I am exposed before you
You’ve crucified yourself
on my selfishness, lust, and pride
And in every argument
You aim and fire the question
“How have you brought Christ into this?”
And my lion’s mouth is shut
July 2nd, 2011 was death and birth
Our expectations of one another
eventually crumbled
under the trembling stone rolled away
and Christ taught us marriage is much sweeter
when He’s holding the leaves
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Such a great poem, Chris. It is void of sentimental flowering, an the narrative is a culmination of feelings well-thought through.