XXXVII.

you change
me.

the slow lightening of the sky
the silent lightning of the soul
the soft lighting of something new —

the skin is dust
but the breath is you.
remind me which mass
i'm attracted to.

there is passion in this skin.
there is vision in these eyes.
my hands are too small to hold.

but you want knees, not hands.

fill the lungs with the fight, and amen.