Three words fell from her lips like thirty Judas coins. In her kiss Lazarus was raised; in Christ’s Vineyard swarms of locusts spewed their plague; over our chaliced embrace. I kissed her eyes closed. Paying the God’s a poor man’s orb As Sun shone on the dulled. ‘Does God see us’? asking her in knowing stares, ‘my life's began again’ telling her with closed eyes, and I knew I was loved when we fell like horizons hearing our love in lark cries. Three words spoken raised me from the dead. Betrayal is fear, And I have kissed The blonde saviour; Rolling in Hampstead’s glade As Judas tried to watch eyes rolling backwards mooned silver; his life spent, sovereign eyed. As I became alive from her love.