The Communion of Us

It is simple,

this communion
of us:

the blood

flows forth,

the bread

breaks easy.

Our souls

settle contentedly,

swirl in thoughtfulness.

Intermingle.

For this brief moment,
transcendental.
 

The elements between us:

spiritual.

(in their own right)

Softly,

wine trickles

crimson

from cup,

stirs up dusty ground,

wets thirsty
desire.

Slowly,

bread crumbs

onto my tongue,

satisfies hunger

for congruent

understanding.

There is sincerity

in that gaze.

It pierces my face

with hallowed,

holy

wonder.

Feed it on my tongue,

touch it to my lips,

let me exist wholly

in 

sacramental

you.

It is here,
we find
blissful
communion.