Her Skirt Had Pockets (I Have No More Spirit In Me)

* dedicated to the girl I saw in church some time ago... thanks for inspiring me!

(1 Kings 10:1-4) Now when the queen of Sheba heard of the fame of Solomon concerning the name of the LORD, she came to test him with hard questions. She came to Jerusalem with a very great retinue, with camels that bore spices, very much gold, and precious stones; and when she came to Solomon, she spoke with him about all that was in her heart. So Solomon answered all her questions; there was nothing so difficult for the king that he could not explain it to her. And when the queen of Sheba had seen all the wisdom of Solomon, the house that he had built, the food on his table, the seating of his servants, the service of his waiters and their apparel, his cupbearers, and his entryway by which he went up to the house of the LORD, there was no more spirit in her.

* I didn't know a girl's skirt could have pockets! How cool!


-----------------/Her Skirt Had Pockets – There Was No More Spirit in Me



When you caught my eye in church I tried in earnest
to divert my gaze
you were nattily dressed
with a pretty face and glowing persona
I was beguiled
I was intrigued beyond measure
During the liturgical songs
I silently yearned to know your name but
resigned myself to never knowing
or making your acquaintance
because I didn’t want to distract your inviolate worship
the tabernacle of your serenity
contented only to admire you from afar
grousing to myself about the fate befallen me:
plaintive
single for 10 years, beset by millions of
beautiful DC/Metro girls....
wishing I could be with you
and sit next to you at Mass forevermore
But then the most amazing thing happened
before receiving communion
you stood up
and placed your hands in your pockets
precipitating rapid heart palpitations
and sweat running down my back
I had to wipe my hands on my shirt to keep them dry
Girls are so versatile
so resourceful
how can a skirt have pockets
that’s like a sky having its own ocean
the sun having a gemstone at its core
I will never understand you
how something so beautiful can speak
and be called my wife, my friend
the universe has a great paradox called woman
just the thought of it
expels my spirit