i step my fingers up the mountain of your spine
and press the pads of my thumbs into
the squares of your shoulder blades.
i’m beginning to think
that i could take you to church
and just by kneeling next to you
i would know what to be thankful for.

sometimes
i think God comes to me like
this. this filling feeling where i
possess the innate ability
to want to share everything with everyone
and shout from the rooftops
and yell and scream with joy
and jump off things and
explode with His grace. it’s like
when you hear a song
or see a movie or
read a book and it fills you
with this strange evangelical zeal
to share it with everyone in the world
because it touched you in a way
you didn’t know it would.
i don’t know what to do.