The Passion of the Wife

[billy]

I release my longing through small doors.
While boiling eggs as you showered
I thrust my hands into the pan,

holding them there for as long as I could.
I screamed and saw the face of Christ
looming just above the stove. i'm not fuckin surprised

Vinegar from the sponge in His mouth
dripped into the water,
and I wept with satisfaction.

Later, when you'd come downstairs,
you asked me why I screamed.
I asked you why you didn't run this line feels superfluous

when you heard me screaming. it's the separation that screws it up i'd move this up and have a 4 liner and 2 liner
I couldn't hold a pen all day.
I told the priest it was an accident

(I'm sure he thinks you're hurting me).
There is a truth somewhere,
in churches, symbols and The Book.

In accepting this truth I've denied your falsity,
the deceptive fact of your penis,
like songs which heathens promise are pure. this is also superfluous

When it throbbed against my leg
as you held me,
your face in a vise,

begging me to handle it,
I closed my eyes and thought of Him.
But of course you went no further.

I know there's goodness inside you,
somewhere beyond that mindless lust,
which views my body as more than a home

for ours and God's children.
As your wife I will help you find it,
as well as your own small doors.

apart from my constructives which i see as really small things for an edit. the poem itself is excellent. i absolutely thought the 2nd stanza was fantastic and great. God, Shower, vinegar, penis and throbbed; this poem has it all
excellent jack, just excellent

thanks for the read.