Embrace of  Midnight  Hours

You wash my body with water
and tiny crystals of dissolved salt.The myrrh refused ,
is now welcome ,
and  received  with oils on skin
from rounded vials and bottles
of scented red and blue .
Rubbed on flesh  is
fragrant cedar, cypress , myrrh,
and oil of Lebanon .
Tongue,  arms , hands ,
legs and feet ,
are motionless and limp ,
stigmatized with  love .
They reside  here in limed spa
of  striated stone ,
so dimly  lit by wick of lamp
and laid out wavering  candle.
I hear monotone music
of  the chorus
of your beating hearts,
and feel labour
of experienced hand.
Wrap me in the shelter of your linen
one final time
as in the womb
once long before ,
celebrated
with flute and song  .
When will  I awake
from this narcotic state
to  stir  again
from my so…