i can hear the morning sun

and this is what it said.


here i am, feel me, swallow, kiss me whole -
i will be here surely, though days may pass,
here will i surely be.
more constant than your sleep patterns,
more steady than the waves on the beach,
my presence you will feel
though you may not see me.

and i said back,
i can feel your voice, i can swallow your touch, kiss your kiss,
and surely, you are here!
but i don't want to kiss your kiss; i don't want to your swallow your touch
only.
i mean, i want to kiss you.
i want to touch you.
i want to caress you.

i want you hear beside me,
in intimacy,
in fear and everything in between.

i miss you.
i do, i really do damn do.
and all i could think was,
"what a damn good fine hell of a morning day that you woke me up into."



if this is the struggle i must go through, let me bleed, be torn up, and come close to death that is already mine, that when i look back two years from now, i will say: the heavens rejoiced when i came out covered in the grace and blood of the Lamb.