Psalm 69

Exhale your thoughts into the humid room air

They drift, pulsate on your heartbeat
Setting the tone for the rhythm of our speech

I quilt the tapestry of lines miscarried that are left dangling; woven veins on the loom of your loins
You yawn yards of yarn to tie up the loose ends of conversation

Candlemas equals immolation

The monosyllabic bursts from your chest harboring your emotions form the lullaby hushing me to sleep,

Realizing you‘re moulded by god’s broken hands
no need to speak as we merge and sing to your heart and soul

You surrender to the chorus of quiet choirs that reverberate
The choir can’t hold a candle to your song of bliss
your body beckons for this

Sing psalm 69 as my nocturnal lullaby

You fill your glasses with teardrops
You’ll be amazed by the renditions of reflection

Blurring your vision, joyfully

Burned the candle at both ends

water’s well wasted on the wick

Songs of praise, I kneel at your altar as flames lick wax
you have the audacity to call me yours