I said yes immediately when you asked if I believed
in it   and I didn’t feel that foolish for saying so
although I did feel foolish afterwards in thinking
about it  for there was nothing I could say to prove it
I only knew that it was true in another way that made
religious sense  in linking back to a metaphor that kept
its word  that loved the body as well as mind and took
another form by which we came to call something else
the blood and body of Christ. fully conscious then
of the difference between the substitute and flesh itself
which was so mutable in his duress that vanity proposed
to death  and fruit transformed from words to flesh
or else His voice lacked the strength to bear a hazelnut
from nothingness. the taste of it quite moot as long
as we believe  lives in us in such a way that we could say
with confidence that this was that and that was this because
he said it was and what he said was not a metaphor in the way
we think  in curious ways that made us feel and see anew
and think again  but not believe in bleeding bread
I mean my love was the rose of Sharon but only because
she inspired this while staying herself and knowing
the difference  hearts were prone to such fallaciousness
yet when we said we take this bread our hearts were seized
by what was possible  which was all things but not everything
you see  which was absurd and mystical  which was
the Paraclete becoming a meal and entering our bodies 
like an idea  but not an idea since the host was form
already  and fusing him with us in prayer  but only then
when we were ready and knew the presence of his body as real
if changed for a while  for the sake of becoming him