mother bends over breast of Jesus
of cold Jesus, and whispers: O Jesus
once frozen lips are impossible probably
I won’t manage to spread edge of the cup
this frozen silence on the verge
was not drank by lust or woman
faithful to the knees hugs breast of Jesus
Jesus normal as a wax dummy
As a bag of wood shavings so heavily outspoken
eloquent hand. The falling finger
from lips to earth recommends silence
and the hand blue falls from the knee
It resists the earth on a gentle angle
this elbow surely was called Christ
This slender finger
pointing ports
Defining space, and proportions
And girth of sinew, feet without sandals
What after me body ?
) my kisses
