Asleep in worship, unaware I see you
Gazing at you gazing up in Hughes,
more beautiful than you in my blues,
Asleep in worship–unaware I see you
Resting on one stronger than me.
Smiling, secretly craving falling into you,
Breathing in your life, grasping for your touch,
But to pull you from your trance,
Your beautiful steadfast stance!
Stretching into the air for your God.
Am I selfish in my stare,
marveling in the radiance, wanting to share
in the light resonating off your face,
never let her image be replaced!
Wet wall
Sound rebounds from the dry wall around,
A wet wall of worship resounds
Absorbing priorities like water to cacti.
Dry mouths and wet eyes don’t dilute my
Scummy spumes, putrid, yearning for purity:
Drilled on our demigod devotion bowed to daily.
We always move standing in one place,
sick n’ pale; faltering in Your face.
Squinting to see, struggling to focus
Through joy and shame frothed sobs of mucus.
Another rock star to sing to be autographing?
No! Your veins splash soap smothering those below bathing.
Pour through the ceiling from the sudsy sky.
Intense terms lie, intense lives testify.