By Kaitlin Schmidt
Heart dances like a shaker
Love as clean as a Quaker
When he returns to me, the 2nd coming.
Frozen in place like the meditating Buddhist
Several stiff kisses from the lips of Judas
The whole farce droned over by Gregorian humming.
The Lutheran in you nails up my 95 flaws
The Pagan in me boils feathers and claws
And like the Vatican we try to keep it all under the fleece.
I check my Mayan calendar for end
Forgive me sir, for I knowingly sinned
and like a Mennonite, I never stop praying for peace.