The Resurrection

Mary grabbed me by my long braided hair and pulled me from her.

“Not in there fool, in here!” she cried while falling to her hands and knees and reaching through the space between her legs to part her Red Sea.

I was repulsed and threw-up the loaf of bread I had eaten while Mary and I escape the wrath of the Pharisees.

“No Mary, I love only Him,” I tried to explain.

I could not stop the spiritual intercourse.

The Spirt moved me right into her warm embrace and I immediately became One with the Spirit.

My spirit fell to the ground and watched as my body played host to my Beloved living through my body. He smiled and asked me to join in, so I did for a while.

Mary allowed me to enter her body as I felt Beloved again, like I did when we spent nights together in the desert.