You gave me a sign
When you came to me
You have set me free
And I will set you on high
Because you've known my name
God I want your way, not mine
You have set me free, tonight
God gave me a sign, tonight
God gave me wings to fly

what does it feel like to be held
not by another body
not by a set of limbs, a chest, a chin
but
by another soul

what does it feel like
to see truth in another pair of eyes
instead of hidden intentions
instead of absence

what does it feel like
to hear a familiar heartbeat
resounding next to your own
reaching through skin
through bone
two rhythms
indistinguishable

what does it feel like
to write poems about
a love that exists