'Magdala' Poem by Antonis J. Kazantzoglou

- My she-angel of Christ.

So real the terrble Magdala
her smile caused furors
to the newripe soul of my stars
singing her soul.

They spoke of her incredible beauty
her firm hand generated hopes
in my journey's solitary breath
stroking her Magdala hair.

So unexpected the wondrous moment
her warm mouth echoed confidence
in the cyclical hour of my spirits
emitting the balms of her sap.

They spoke of her unexpected flight
her portrait a body filled with splinters
in the unforeseen moment of my desiring
angelical withdrew to her Magdalan lament.

- She-angel of Christ.