My nails scraped
your shoulders
digging deep
to keep
from falling
over an edge
into an unknown depth
into an abyss
You held my wrists
I did not fall
it was grace
You drank me
kiddush
bless the wine
I was sated
hamotze
bless the bread
all rise
unleavened bread
this sacramental position
this genuflection
this joy
this scream in my throat
this hallelujah
this chorus
this chord
this time
this music
this poem
this place
this hand
this wrist
your hand
this nail
on the tip
of my finger
drew blood
from your body
this tongue
took your soul
and swallowed
rose again
and again
rose
in a garden
it was Pesach
it was Easter
it was matzot
it was mitzvot
it was holy water
it was spirit
it was flesh
it was wine
it was your eyes
it was my breasts
I was falling
I was free
You held my wrists
on my bed
we thirsted
and bled
and healed
and hungered
no more
more more
O Lord, O prophets
this I freely confess
there is no hell
that could erase
this moment
from my skin
there is no perfume
in heaven
more sweet
than the screams
of this communion
All the angels
have fallen
into my arms
You grabbed my wrists
showed me
I have wings
showed me
I was never
in danger
of falling
O what a prophet
I leave the door
open for you
on this night
we dip thrice
on this night
the salt
the sweet
the egg
the fish
the honey
Why is this night different
on this night
we recline
on this night
we roll back the rock
and rise
again and again
on this night
we wait for Elijah
for a great coming
and that can be
a commandment
a mitzvah
Shehekianu
Revelations
not a sin
Joy at ends with
no beginnings
and love that
ever is so
and eternally does
Amen Amen Amen
a kiss of peace
a cathedral
a synagogue
a bed
Hail Mary
Our Father
hallowed
Dayenu
Alenu
Adonolam
Adonoi
O Prophet, O Goddess
all these symbols
all these words
rush rivers
beneath the skin
on my arms
fall in rings
from my nape
O Lord, I cannot believe
in eternity
more than
when you
held me
for a moment
after we ate
all the icons.