it's another cliche but i think i found god in your face.
i found god in your hands and your arms and every inch of your skin.

selfless to a fault and gentle despite each ounce of pain inflicted upon you,
you remained sweet to those that mattered and cordial to those who didn't.

from your blunt nails to closely cropped hair to the curve of your back and all the way to your soft, soft beard,
i found god and i found love and i found parts of me i didn't realize had faded to embers.
you cupped your palms and breathed gently.

i began to remember.

the drag of careful fingertips and the gentle firmness of each kiss,
from the first touch to the last,
each carefully calculated risk and reward i was glad to participate in,
i found humanity.

i found the deepest and darkest aches a soul can bear
and i found crevices i didn't know could exist
without undermining the very foundation of one's being.

i found your love and i found your sorrow
just as you found mine,
from the first time i was unable to verbalize my emotions to the last,
from the first time you sheltered darkness from my eyes to the last droplet that spilled out.

i found more than i could have first imagined
and i do not regret a moment of my search.

my fingers will continue to find yours in the dark
and i can only hope my hands will be enough to guide you home.