Falling deep into a part of myself
I've never opened,
or let run wild
this twisted part of my brain
I would never invite you into
and morning coffee in bed with you.
We can keep it all a secret,
under the grace of God,
if you want to call it that.
Wrap me in your whispers and gentleness,
intimacy I never would've known
you were existing
without me, and what
a gift that our paths crossed
in light and tucked into darkness.
I can still praise God
from between our sheets,
and in the middle of the night
you sweep my hair out of my face,
the warmest gesture I've ever known
you would be the one to heal me,
hand me morning coffee as a promise
in a different life with you.
Fall, 2017 Issue