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Apr 2012
Tonight, we took communion
We drank deeply from salvation,
Taking long gulps of escape
And bit hearty bites of forgiveness;
Amnesty tastes so good some nights

We didn’t take the bread out of the bag
Until there were wine stains in our bellies
Stains all over our bodies
Our mouths so profoundly red, when we blew kisses at each other
we left perfect lips on lips
Our tongues red like ink pens
We penned in cursive, our names onto each other’s chests
Like all the other things we ever wrote were wrong
My fingertips like raspberries
My fingertips like spring time
Tonight, we celebrated surviving winter,
Toasting to its defeat
Our sadness has left us, replaced by rosy cheeks and hiccups
I have held my breath for this

I have allowed you to stain me so red
an autopsy will show internal bleeding
Tonight, we became blood brothers and sisters
My heart has swelled too large for my ribs
Broken from this cage and cried out
I will bleed like this long after the wine is gone.

We think big thoughts involving omnificence
This water has become wine
This bread has become flesh
My soul has buried itself inside of my nooks
I think
Every time you touch me, you find where it has snuck off to
Like hide and seek
You are the very best at finding me
I can find shapes in the clouds
In your freckles, and in bread crumbs on your shirt
You **** ****** lips like a beast
You tousle up my heartstrings with ease.
Julie D Johnson
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