Permeability

These rains fall
like joy into the open heart
of gratitude,
a cell of the soul
that pours in and out
of Love's cup
at the abundant table,

at the homecoming
of the Beloved
before the end
of the beginning,

before the nard must be used
on the body, dead and cold,
pour the oils onto His feet
without hesitation

so that these bodies
might fall together
into the permeable embrace
where we lose track
of the boundaries of limbs,
and skin, and hair,

open as a wide-eyed kiss.