they put their hands on me and prayed in soothing murmurs.
it made me uncomfortable.
the softness of women usually does.
and people were walking around being kind
to eachother and that
sometimes makes me uncomfortable too.
I reminded myself never to be dragged to the front
again.
I don't much like wasting other people's time because I
don't like when people waste mine.
there were general condolences
and then He walked into the
small space. Filled the shadow
between her full lips and stepped
out into the light.
Unshaven, he took my face in His
large hands
and looked me in the eye.
She, with full lips,
had eyebrows scrunched
and was saying I don't know
why, but He's saying...
She didn't know He was holding my face.
But I bet her lips were tingling.
The softness of women faded into
velvet cushioned pews
and the walls fell away.
There were gentle murmurs
but now it was me
and Him
set on the highest rooftop
breathing steam
and covered in night.
The kind of clean air
that goes down
like menthol and He put His hands in my hair.
Drew me to Him and told me I could trust Him.
He covered my mouth with His and entered
the dark space in my parted lips.
I felt him in the lowest part
of my belly.
Fire poured over me
thick like molasses
and my lips were tingling
when the walls returned.