Open (A Poem From 'Wounded Bud')

The blossom cannot open itself. It takes a sunbeam to ignite the rose. I was asleep until you placed a ruby on my chest, awakening the exhalation of my gentle song, the whisper of Spring in a Winter garden. 'So-ham, So-ham...' One breath pouring wine into the polished cup of another. Some say that this is just a sound without meaning. I say it means that Magdalene has met Jesus in the