Desert confession by S. L. Davidson

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She took me out into the desert 
on sufferance, for I had learned 
to please her with my mouth 
and with my Jewishness, 
which is not real like her Jewishness, 
but earned, like a hangover. 
 
I made love to her underground, 
in an old tomb where, 
the Pharisees presumed, the soul 
must rot for all eternity with the body 
until the day of greater dissolution. 
 
She cried and told me I had saved her, 
later on I learned she never loved me, 
and I wondered, guiltily, if I knew now 
what it was like to be Jesus. 

from the forthcoming collection Songs of Crisis, to be published by Angelico Press in the spring of 2018.  
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