Reverence

I can dream
my stomach rises to greet your smile

I can dream
in foggy sighs and whispered miles

how sweet the hips
that pull belly taught

how dear the tender
low-lidded thought

of your eyes

I know you
I can taste your imperfection
in the air between us

it throws back my head
as I rise to meet you

in this impossible warmth
and softness of moment

as our bodies press together
like a child's hands

in prayer

sin is a reliable friend of mine
it is my reverence that betrays me