Martha holds
the plaster statue
of the Crucified
and kisses the head
and feels the cold plaster
on her warm lips
smoothness
taste of salt
on her tongue
holds between fingers
thumb rubbing the head
feeling the beard
the chest and Sacred Heart
holds Him to her breast
tucks Him in closer
mothering Him
or is it other?
the O'Brien boy's a ****
with his touching
and words
as if she would
Mary introduced
he's a good catch
she said(Mary)
touching her
and lifting her skirt hem
lets us see them
he'd said(O'Brien)
she rocks the Crucified
against her
lets Him be near her
His arms crossed
against His chest
one finger pointing
to His Sacred Heart
she kisses His finger
licks His hands
hey
O' O'Brien said
what's the deal
why are you so stiff
with the holding hands
and such
Mary gives us a feel
she walks with her Crucified
to the bed and lies down
on her back
the Crucified held
against her
His eyes staring at her
blue and black dots
what am I to do
with the O'Brien boy?
she whispers
her warm breath
on His plaster head
it's Mary's fault
she will introduce
them to me
and I'm not wanting them
He says nothing
stares at her blankly
hands crossed
and pointing finger
His heart red and crowned
she lays Him
on the pillow
beside her
turns herself
and gazes at Him
what's to do with O' Brien?
she kisses Him
Agnus Dei
she whispers
runs a finger
along His arm
down to His feet
take O'Brien from me
keep him from me
burn his fecking fingers
for the touching
the Crucified stares at her
did He wink
or nod His head?
**** you O'Brien
Martha says
you're as good as dead.
Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 3:37 PM UTC
Martha holds
the plaster statue
of the Crucified
and kisses the head
and feels the cold plaster
on her warm lips
smoothness
taste of salt
on her tongue
holds between fingers
thumb rubbing the head
feeling the beard
the chest and Sacred Heart
holds Him to her breast
tucks Him in closer
mothering Him
or is it other?
the O'Brien boy's a ****
with his touching
and words
as if she would
Mary introduced
he's a good catch
she said(Mary)
touching her
and lifting her skirt hem
lets us see them
he'd said(O'Brien)
she rocks the Crucified
against her
lets Him be near her
His arms crossed
against His chest
one finger pointing
to His Sacred Heart
she kisses His finger
licks His hands
hey
O' O'Brien said
what's the deal
why are you so stiff
with the holding hands
and such
Mary gives us a feel
she walks with her Crucified
to the bed and lies down
on her back
the Crucified held
against her
His eyes staring at her
blue and black dots
what am I to do
with the O'Brien boy?
she whispers
her warm breath
on His plaster head
it's Mary's fault
she will introduce
them to me
and I'm not wanting them
He says nothing
stares at her blankly
hands crossed
and pointing finger
His heart red and crowned
she lays Him
on the pillow
beside her
turns herself
and gazes at Him
what's to do with O' Brien?
she kisses Him
Agnus Dei
she whispers
runs a finger
along His arm
down to His feet
take O'Brien from me
keep him from me
burn his fecking fingers
for the touching
the Crucified stares at her
did He wink
or nod His head?
**** you O'Brien
Martha says
you're as good as dead.
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