Healing Cup

The pallor of my body
at this thinning time
of changing clocks--
full of moonlight,
soothes the florid mind
on a day needing the unguent
of abundant whispering touch.

Debride my wounds of the gritty gravel
of the dust from which we come
and deep silver slivers of unkind thoughts
and words that have damaged me so deeply.

Release me from the sin
of wanting to know
nothing of this world.

The cup I desire
is filled with the sweetest wine,
exhausted by the crumbs
falling from the lips
of so many mouths.