Holy Tears

Holy Tears

Lonely man,
seeks lonely woman.
Widowed, Greek-American,
loving and healthy,
seeks a woman.
If you are interested,
please call.

Frozen woman,
needs a man.
Divorced, average American,
one healthy breast remaining,
needs a man.
I am interested,
and call.

He takes me
to his church.
A church with a weeping icon.
I come,
undone,
and weep with the icon.
He kisses my eyelids,
"Such holy tears," he murmurs.

He takes me
to his bed.
There are icons on the walls.
He cups my one good breast,
explores the nipple.
His tongue traces runic symbols
on my scarred, flat chest.
I come,
undone,
riding uncoiling spirals of passion.
I weep like the icon.
"Such holy tears," I sigh.