The Bread of Jennifer Lawrence

*Dedicated to Jennifer Lawrence, oh please Jennifer, fall in love with me!!!!

----------------/The Bread of Jennifer Lawrence; The Hunger Games of My Heart

I, on the lam, am exhausted, emaciated with yearning for you

and filled with dread (of being single forever)

and sweating

Saul the King of Loneliness – for so many years- has placed a bounty

on my head throughout the kingdom my broken heart

my sobbing listless body, calloused soul despondent rejected yet again

on the lips of royal couriers riding horseback

parchment promulgated high on walls at the gates of Israel in the King’s Ink

“Tony is never to marry, nor shall he kiss a woman beautiful”

also rhymed and sung by maidens outside the Tent of Meeting, my envious Facebook friends.

Grizzled soldiers with swords, arrows leery peering around each corner seeking a particular death:

my confidence discouraged so as to never date anyone again.

I hear jealous howls fading from castles, sneers at my love for you reverberating from watchtowers

owls, hawks and vultures of pessimism outside the city walls prowling, I duck and run

stumbling in descent.

I seek solace in refuge hasty flights for Silver Linings Playbook, The Hunger Games,

X-Men First Class, you at the Oscars victorious drooling before the television

the tabernacle of my worship

Panting with my throat parched I beg Heaven’s pardon for lust

It must be sacrilege, for me to behold your angelic face, to smile like a kindred spirit

In the Holy of Holies

intuiting and understanding your sense of humor, to envision you falling in love

with a friend of the king’s rebellious son: hope against hope, Jonathan

Jennifer, baby, even if I am disingenuous before common sense posing as Ahimelech the priest;

my true belief in us dating might pass as delusion, necessitating extreme caution 

as the paparazzi and my haters would be in hot pursuit, Saul’s assassins

I must insist on eating, I must insist on finding true happiness after so many years of hunger

not the common bread, girls who diss and mock and spurn

but bread of  the  (Your) Presence:

The bread of you and me together our Romance of perpetual satiation

(crumbs of joy intermingled with tears of bliss rolling down my chin, cheeks filled with devouring )

[Jennifer Lawrence, baby, congrats on winning your Oscar! Now celebrate your win by falling in love with me and marrying me! thejesusmetaphor@yahoo.com !

As we feast on love, we can ridicule The Hunger Games – because the food of our affection will stave off our desire for food, of ever being hungry again!]

----1 Samuel 21:1-6

Then David came to Nob to Ahimelech the priest. And Ahimelech came to meet David trembling and said to him, “Why are you alone, and no one with you?” And David said to Ahimelech the priest, “The king has charged me with a matter and said to me, ‘Let no one know anything of the matter about which I send you, and with which I have charged you.’ I have made an appointment with the young men for such and such a place. Now then, what do you have on hand? Give me five loaves of bread, or whatever is here.” And the priest answered David, “I have no common bread on hand, but there is holy bread—if the young men have kept themselves from women.” And David answered the priest, “Truly women have been kept from us as always when I go on an expedition. The vessels of the young men are holy even when it is an ordinary journey. How much more today will their vessels be holy?” So the priest gave him the holy bread, for there was no bread there but the bread of the Presence, which is removed from before the Lord, to be replaced by hot bread on the day it is taken away