You entered, invited
The sacred chamber
Crucible of hopes, dreams, desires.
You entered unclean, unshaven
Etched with anger you
Seared the succulent, undulating
Ripeness that awaited you.
Ploughing the sacristy
With a repressed urge to injure
Depositing the injurious debris
Breathing in your love
I breathed your anger
Womb knife of inadequate mothering
In some hope of finding her you wounded me.
A Poem by Mary Sky