Communion

like words from breath
     I will distill
a wine
     of blood and honey, pressed
from these Days of you

and when I have said my peace,
     shimmering and amber,
I will hand you the cup
     fashioned from the curves of
you against me

so together,
     when we break silence like bread
and drink from the fountain,
     we will know the taste of
forgiveness

in every burning sip.