The Love Of Mary Magdalene

Love, with their sacrosanct tempests
Of holy ghostly blows and urine 
They have crucified us 
Our wreckage nailed to a cross, a Calvary of a seafloor
Where we’re moored in jet-black angel wings 
Marooned in oblivion, our seabed harbor
Love, remember that blissful night 
When we were shelled in a shared woolen blanket
Ecstasies afloat waltzing with the moon in full as the spotlight
Upon where the desert cold is powerless to the flames of our amour
Upon where a hemipenis sows unto the sands 
And the wilderness begins sprouting rattlesnake eggs
By the efflorescence of the cactuses
And the verdure and the ripening of our oases 
Yet Love, they had ravenously wormed in our harvests
And your children and I, to escape we sailed away
As you left forests of redemption for them to cut
A blessed wildfire left us in ashes 
Burnt down to a widow’s lovelornness 
Burnt down to children cast in fatherlessness
Love, see our debris 
Each just a morsel nearing and nearing those gaping anglerfish mouths
Plain food to sustain the radiance
As they keep the promise of perpetual light
But you and I, we shall never ever forget those sensual nights
Nor shall we forget your vow to steadfastly be our family’s prime shepherd
Yet Love, when the howling of the wolves came closer and closer
Bereaved were your sheep
For you chose the world over us
That chosen pedestal incomparably sublime 
Than a humble shepherd’s rod of being a husband, of being a father
Forgive me Love, you said to me
But then, love?
What does love even mean?