You stand above me, singing,
and your sweat on my neck is
Your blood swims in my veins.
Your marrow melts with mine.
Our hands clasp, and in the invisible
gap between them, we grasp eternity.
A kiss could never be deeper than this.
Still, I want one. Every night, I dream
your lips on mine, tasting like wine and Jesus.
Your belly flat like Biblical unleavened bread,
I rest my head upon it, knowing holy. Your naval spirals
into forever. That dent in your throat renders remote
pain and possibility.
There is only now.
There is only you.
There is only me.
We three, God and us,
tangled like fish
in a net in of