Alabaster Box
I poured my oil upon his head
And let my nard brush its hand against his neck
The fragrant smell of broken flesh
And precious shards cutting my hand
The bloody token smells like him
I breathe him in and sigh him out
Salty perfume that stains my cheeks
An ointment poured to heal my heart
And let him know what I can�t say
That I would give him all I have