After loving Gina the first time,
I noticed the green blotter
on a small desk near her bed.
I ripped a triangle from its edge
and asked her hold it
to her lips to sweeten it.

I said that when I was a boy
our tenant's daughter asked me
into her room to show me
something special, a bit of linen
protected by two leather squares.
She pushed the leather up,
exposed the swatch and said:
"This is from the cloth
that Mary cried on
when they crucified Our Lord.
Feel it! It's still wet."
And it was.