Tears for Jesus

Tears for Jesus  
        
The woman wept for her sins        
Like a bereaved mother whose son has died        
Her tears were children of the starving night        
They were prodigal progeny soaked in love        
For this man called Jesus who sat before her        
Uninvited she let her teardrops fall upon his feet        
Then she gave him the gift of her footsy kisses        
And worshipped his feet with her tongue        
But all she had was her gift of touch      
As an offering of repentance        
And Christ smiled like a boy on his first date        
When the pangs of youth were soothed        
By the lips of a maiden pressed to his        
Then she dried his feet with her hair        
Like his wife in an act of love        
Only to anoint his shoeless nudity        
With her flagrantly fragrant frankincense
Using oiled hands
well versed in the art of love