Touch and Go

Saw this poem in the back of the November issue of "The Atlantic". Hope everyone is having a great weekend!

SINNERS WELCOME
I opened up my shirt to show this man
the flaming heart he lit in me, and I was scooped up
like a lamb and carried to the dim warm.
I who should have been kneeling
was knelt to by one whose face
should be emblazoned on every coin and diadem:

no bare-chested boy, but Ulysses,
with arms thick from the hard-hauled ropes.
He'd sailed past the clay gods
and the singing girls who might have made of him

a swine. That the world could arrive at me
with him in it, after so much longing -
impossible. He enters me and joy
sprouts from us as from a split seed.
- Mary Karr

Thoughts?