I awoke a shipwreck, a shoddy woeful vessel,
Somewhat submerged, surrounded by storms,
Sinking in sable silk ocean.
Floatsam and jetsam, dashed but holding on,
Until a trillion twinkling stars reflect on blanket waves,
Two everloving eyes above and beyond me.
A sermon at the church of red ink;
We paint our faces and bathe in crimson,
Stained like a season of strawberries and joyous as children.
I accept a butterfly eucharist,
Flitting, fluttering and flirting in my belly like the body of Christ.