Crucifixion

We are so enraptured in each other

In the stone stairwell of the old baptist church

My hands are in your hair,

Yours can't seem to stop moving

We giggle,

Glee from the thrill and joy

Simply from each other

The feeling of your beautiful, soft lips

Yours, on my own,

Brings me more joy

Than anything

I've ever experience before

And I know,

You are the same

You treat me like I am a goddess,

My body, as my temple,

And you my most devoted follower,

But if I am a goddess,

Then you are my world,

Because I am nothing without you

We are the only thing that exists,

In our world,

It is only me and you.

We exist only for each other,

For my hands in your hair,

For your hands constantly moving,

I believe you are the only person

In the entire universe,

Who knows me,

Who knows the paths of my body

And I, the only one

Who knows every strand of your hair

But we don't hear

We don't hear the footsteps

The footsteps.

The footsteps getting closer to us,

Getting closer,

And closer to us

Suddenly our joy is over

It has been replaced

By terror,

Their horror.

We are torn apart

I bruise and snap

And then my world goes black.

When I wake

I wish I hadn't.

More pain

Than anything,

I had ever,

Experienced before.

I don't know

How I got here.

I am hanging,

From my hands

From my feet

From my arms

Nails,

In my hands,

In my feet

In my arms

I am dripping,

I cannot tell

What is blood

Or

What is the water

They used

To wake me

I look across the room,

I see you.

You are hanging,

Hanging there,

The same as me.

We hang here,

On our crosses,

Because to them,

Our sins were not paid for,

So we have to

Pay for them ourselves

You look up at me,

And despite everything,

The blood running down your legs,

The cuts in your thighs from where they whip you,

The hole in your side from the stake,

The blood that sputters with each breath,

You smile

At me.

You whisper to me,

"You are beautiful"

And I,

I smile too

Because you are beautiful,

And you are mine

~Lee Jones