VII

(in terms)

i don't get you. did you know that?
not at all.
you trust me more than i trust me.
you give my soul space to breathe
and my eyes the chance to watch my hands as you move them.
they never get sore.
those days are over.

thank you for establishing me. and growing me.
like a lovely willow.
it grows so tall to reach back down.
gentle, weightless, effortless.
swayed by the wind.
that is how you've established me in your precious church.

so i believe. and i pray. because you let me.
because you've transformed me. recreated me.
let us think in terms of you.
not of you in terms of them.

be the one, be the one
to take our souls and make them undone.

grow him like a dogwood.
but don't let him forget the beauty you traded him.

i need you, i need you, i need you, and only you —