Jason’s Last Supper
I have flavoured myself
with mandrake
and honeysuckle;
softened the light;
set the table in silks;
gathered dew at midnight
to wash your feet.
I have used the voice
of Callas to soothe cares:
see how she hangs
in the air between us?
Trip the charmed dance
with me, let me
grip your oil soaked fingers
in our final tango;
step, slide
in beside me.
Come, one last night.
One last time, lay
your head in my shadow, and sleep.
*Lorraine McGuire is Glasgow born and bred and writes fiction and poetry. She has been published in both poetry and short story collections as well as having some poems published in online magazines. Her novel will be finished very soon, honest.