The Cross

Back to the wall with the Cross in my hand, Knees starting to shake I can hardly stand, One hole, two holes, three holes, four; Spiritual blood seeping out from every pore. I fall to my knees, thigh carved open, Sliced right through, spiritual nerves awoken. I rock to each side, all bearings lost, I stare at the ground, my eyes roll across... ...She sways, twirls, umbrella skirt a-whirl, The heart-handles flick up and down, lined with pearls, Flesh undulating, the wonder-room rotating, Twisting and turns, multiple sides facing Eyes fascinated, soldered to the action, Heart-rate a-blitz, I feel the strong urge reaction. Gaze amazed by the texture so soft, Unable to stop, show me the marvels aloft... ...Eyes open, expression distorted, Searing pain, from the digits reported. The Cross is a-glow, pointing away, I try to shake it off, but it won't go astray. The barrage has stopped, all around me is tension, Silence has ensued beyond my comprehension, I scream in agony, scalded by the Cross, I sigh, close my eyes, the former passions are frost. Now it starts again. Have mercy on me. I open my eyes. How am I standing on my feet? The Cross is in my hand, no longer burning, I feel a burst of strength, determination churning. I crouch into a stance, and then I recall, Last time I checked, I was backed against a wall. I look down, and do a body-scan... (Smiles) I'm like a new-made man.