I pray and I take

as my eyes see fit,

as my lips would touch
in shadows,
in symphony,
in sighing sweetness of roses dark with bloom

I take my right of you
as my fingers can find of you,
as my lungs can breathe
in essence of you
from the traces of shapes of you
from the the cradle of your cheek,
the curve of God's horizon of you.

In my daily fix of you,
my nightly remembrance of you
from that time before your breath and mine
when my skin first drew life
that I might know of you
again
and again
in these suns,
these sounds,
these oldest of souls,
I take my piece of you in my life and this love.