Praying

I bend myself into the shape

of your hands

As they pray, in their way

for release and rapture.

Your ghost, tapping on the window pane

Tapping into my lucid thoughts,

Dissolving their foundations

To nothing but a few grains of sand

on a landscape

under the flashing sky

I have surrendered to.

Curls and origins across your palms

leaves me a sailor in their grip

Navigating every crease and crevice,

Searching for a new world.

I sleep and live inside you

To the sounds of beating wings

and holy singing.