You're like praying
when the day is at
another end, another sunset salute
and my clothes are in a
pile behind the door
I want to know what you pray about
and how you're so willing to let in a
light
without knowing how much it
might burn you

You take a burn like it's *******
heaven- where you
hold your hands out for the
winged hope of
opportunity-
the stinging bite of
uncertainty

It brings me to my knees to
think of you like
that

And here,
in this moment,
I want to trust
without reservation,
without knowing
what's ahead.

You're like praying where
I'm expecting
nothing
and all the answers
all at once.