Wine Sacrifice


By Jonathan Hunter-Kilmer

Your fingers stroke my heart so

inflamed so often burst

stretched full and filled and weeping

and yet the more I thirst

my Lover pink before You

surrounded, pierced I lie

the scattered gathered pieces

made whole as we both die

You bleed to make my heart beat

in ecstasy I cry

my pulse from Your hot wounds leaps

with wine You satisfy

besotted, drunk I rise in

the liquid fire made

and honey-scented sighs in

the bride for whom You paid

You body, soul and Godhead

to lead me to Your heart

a virgin flesh annointed

our union none can part

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