You Occurred and I Was Made

I find us here, refined and you and your arms pressed on this table I'm pulsing You and your languid walk Quivering corners of my smile tells that I like it here Right before we open eyes and witness sunrise on each other's body Trace me here at your foot stool Give me this chance to bow In new found strength I choose to become weak the buckle of knees right before the washing of feet This is God's worship You are the vine on my window a directional language telling of where I'm supposed to go I like the worry you cause me the palpitations of my womb when you are nothing but a man in my presence The incandescence I linger here to capture your silent scent you remind me to give praise for every time you're here to bless me