Magdalene’s Lover by Caroline Tiss

Magdalene’s Lover

Magdalene’s Lover Did he love his woman well?

Mary Magdalene weeping at the sinners well, Was she a woman or the archetype of a heathen’s love spell?

Tender is the heart of a woman, Soft to the touch is her skin like satin, Cinnamon and Sugar Sensations, Tangerines and Summer hazes Hearts Beating Like waves of summer rain against a tin roof

“Would you lie to me?” She asks you, with love in her eyes As she lies next to you in your bed and the rain pours ceaselessly,

And you look to her, Her eyes so sweet you could get high off the sensation, the aroma of her perfume lingers like a sweet starry haven

And you tell her “Never would I lie to you, my love.”

Will men ever know the height and depth of a woman’s love

To love a man is a fragile, volatile thing,

Filled with all the fire of mars, and the current of the waters rapids.

When real love comes knocking with her chalice of wine, Would you turn her away

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