Can we love like skeletons do? Intertwined within the grave, No nerves, no flesh, no skin, Just us at our very cores? Can we love like ghosts do? Waltzing in mid-November, Quiet as the dead leaves falling free, Gentle as grass and dew? Can we love like zombies do? Roaming in the vast wilderness, Nowhere particular planned ahead, Yet walking together on the stony path? Can we love like the dead do? Soft passion bound in softer darkness, Silence birthing new life, Bound i

A poem and a prayer, inspired as I sat crying over the meaning of Michelangelo's lesser known pieta, featuring a portrait of himself holding the body of Christ.