There are Hallelujahs in my body
Songs of praise for all the days
That I have woken up to the smell
Of your face.
This is love, this completeness
In and outside of you
That I look forward to the short notes
You send with your flowers
"This is for you, for having such beautiful hands"
You are my escape, the crook of your arm; a holiday
Rest is the shape of your eyes on a sunday.