her holy hands scorch me
that effervescent grin
the laugh that went into the candle wax those splashing eyes her fingers a myriad of vowels, of consonants that eclectic thing she does when she breathes me in her winsome writing dress introspection is where she stepped onto the bus murmuration is where she got off our trinity involves flannel, soft grass, omelettes i made her mulligatawny soup for breakfast she sang vespers for me in the bath