Open (A Poem From 'Wounded Bud')

The blossom cannot open itself.
It takes a sunbeam to ignite the rose.
I was asleep until you placed
a ruby on my chest,
awakening the exhalation
of my gentle song,
the whisper of Spring
in a Winter garden.
'So-ham, So-ham...'
One breath pouring wine
into the polished cup
of another.
Some say that this is just
a sound without meaning.
I say it means that Magdalene
has met Jesus
in the bridal chamber
of the heart.

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