Awe

An act so Holy, I stand, silenced, in awe.
Your hands on my body, this gift of taking, I give all.
Sacrifice completed, you drip holy-water on my hands, my face.
I kneel then. A beggar on my knees pleading grace.
You light the candles, bless me, your hands upon my head.
Your scent drifts up from beneath me on the altar, our bed.
You smell of copal, sweet earth's sap.
More haunting than Myrrh,
Holier than frankincense.
I pray right there.
Giving thanks for there is no one like her.
I inhale, drink you into evey pore. The taste.
Oh yes, my redemption draweth nigh.