Chalice

I take you into my hands,

The same way a King holds a chalice.

The skin on the sides of your ribs,

Glowing walls of the golden vessel.

The bright in your eyes,

Saphires seated around the crown.

I float you to my lips,

Senses alight with both eyes closed.

I wash your soul through me,

The same way His Majesty gets His fill of red wine.

To drink of holy Life,

To take a breath of Love.

@PHiLo.poema {4/2/2024}