Communion

Moon glasses on a moon face
Illuminated by a too short veil,
A white girl who like the white wafer
Melted on contact, I marveled
At my absorbent tongue—purple
As the veins of the aging nuns.
I vowed I to be like them: tall and dark
With secret eyes hidden by a black habit.
Even after my first boy, it remained
Within in me, hard and holy—
The iron gaze of the ever virgin
Which seeks love in absolute purity.
Give me the blissful word, the diamond song
That pierces your ear. Give me
Angelic communion wrestling: ideas
Competing in crystalline air.