God, morning and night
I feel the caresses you lace across my clavicles and the design you finger in long lines up my thigh
You make each hair on my neck rise like hot air
You turn my neck hot
And you stop me from breathing
Knock air out of my gut like a roundhouse
I want to spend days in Your Room
Get lost in the House and Corners of You
Form burrows deep into each crease and gasp for sweet breath after emerging from hours lost in your splendor
Morning and night,
I want to lick honey off your spoon and your saplings and your teeth
Play hopscotch across the patterns of your tongue and eat grilled cheese out your palm with the fontina oozing through your fingers
I want to open your flower buds with my fingers
and watch your seed sway soft in the wind
I want to grow old in your magnificence and find youth in your face
I want you to look at me like I look at your sunrise
Like I look at you splaying yourself all colorful-split-thigh across the horizon
- all glitterful-dancer-arch across the heavens -
I want to memorize every letter you live in and the white spaces between them
I want you to take me for a ride and I need to lose myself silly with my neck arched back and my toes curled lips quivering
I need ecstacy
and you have it
I thumb your pages like a hungry-thing
searching for your crumbs
I feast your wisdom like a queen at banquet
I know your Plenty and your Sparse
I feel your Playful and your Harsh
I just want to know who to praise for the ability to praise
and learn how far up the chain I’ve gotta go ‘til I find You
‘til I can kiss your feet
I just want to You to kiss me already
goddamnit
Then bite my lip and spit me down to the bed of your earth
Split me down the middle
And don’t sew me back
Remind me, morning and night
that the struggle makes us beautiful
Crack me open, then make me know
that it’s our shattered shell that make us whole
that it’s my shattered shell, God,
my shattered soul, that makes me whole