I leaf through
a liquid instruction manual
wondering how to breathe air
and not drown.
She celebrates Her presence
with aftershocks
detonations of intimacy.
Blood is not just blood
but a book of prayer She sings from.
Flesh wants to wear Her lightly
just to be seen through.
I walk in and out of myself-
I am being rewritten
as Her love story.
I am present as an undertone
of havoc.
Perspectives collide into essence-
a vision of Her upon the fluid curves
of my mind.
I hear the deep panting
of impossibly distant stars
just behind my closed eyes.
