i'm running out of thoughts

there are frozen drops of light
hanging on my Japanese maple
little lanterns of thoughts
beguile me, 
in my downfall
I flesh
out words that make you real

but you are a just a man,
and I am Eve under ancient spell
my hooded eyes
can barely stand the light you shine
when you enter me on the third day
and raise me with your healing hands
from the blackness of other lives, other loves
and other seas,
you have speared my heart,
you have broken my heart-cage
and let the songbird free.

Denied safe passage to heaven,
I was waiting for a God to write a poem,

I wipe your Jesus-face with my last veil,
we both bleed.