I saw Jesus doing handstands
while reading the psalms
and writing a poem in the sand
with his finger

Are you smelling
Me?

She laughs but
Only gently

As if not wanting
My lips and nose

Away from
Her arm

Life Herself to
Me; the pieces of

Time between the
Stopping to-

And the
Roses

lovers write sweet verses
but yours do not compare.
You write ballads with the wind,
and rhymes with the roses.
flowing stanzas with the rivers,
love letters with the stars,
sonnets with the seas.
all You do says ' I love you',
all You do is poetry.

may my love for you be
wild,
like stallions on prairies, not like
stars
that fade away in time
but may it be
fire,
a dancing flame that never burns
out.

You rescued me from
drowning.
You stripped me from my
demons.
You broke my chains.
You gave me a name and
called me holy.
You took me from the
darkness and into your
wonderful light.
You chose me.
You made me yours.

i called You,
and You came.
You came like rain,
a spring shower,
making everything bloom,
making all things new.

Maybe I don't know how to function
And act normal around you anymore
Maybe when I do talk it's awkward
Or sounds like a machine, because
I have to keep myself from letting out
Too much emotion, to where you
Would know

here's this
sudden rush
But you've got your elbows tucked in
Your legs are being lifted, drifting like a wave
Its the motion of the bodies around,  
They slip and glide,
your shoes,
from the perspiration of the brutals, the freed beverages upon the floor
pinned together
you force energy to propel them away, for that split second you ****** you hand and face in the air
and
breath
the almighty
rock on.

© 2015 Kate Volk