Bridal Chamber

Blossoms don’t open themselves.

It takes a sunbeam to ignite the rose.

I was asleep until you placed

a ruby on my chest

awakening the expiration

of this gentle song, the whisper

of Spring in a Winter garden.

So’ham, So’ham, So’ham...

One breath pours wine into

the burnished cup of another.

Some say that this is just

a sound without meaning.

I say it means the Magdalene

has met Jesus

in the Bridal Chamber

of your heart.

Poem from my book, 'Wounded Bud.'
Painting: 'The Bride' by Dante Rossetti