I offered you the feast
Where graces are increased.
I offered you the priest.
You treated him as least.
I offered you the chance
For spiritual romance.
Instead you flailed in sand,
Communion in your hand.
For woman, in she danced.
All dialogued enhanced.
She offered you the apple.
You said I should not grapple.
My senses numbed in shock
All silent but the clock.
She turned and took her leave.
Her name tag... Chaplain Eve.

JMJ
Long-Skirts
12/27/03