by Jonathan Hunter-Kilmer
drop by drop
distractions pass
leave senses free
to scent
to see or touch with outstretched heart
whatever You have sent
I steam and soak
in You confined
spread
opened
broken
mass
of blood receiving
molded
fleshed
with everything You ask
the perfume of Your breath
and song
in whisper silent torch
that strains my soul
You play
I roll
ecstatic in the force
that made me
universe
the spark
the fired star
I breath, Beloved,
I am
engulfed in joy
because You are
