The cadence of your mouth on my skin, a breathable moment where

Christ and kinship and charity come together as a moment of heat:

blood of my heart, grip of my hands, bless me here

where I stand, arm in arm with you.

Sing hallelujah here under the open sky, praise these landscapes 

with me, these homes we lay ourselves down in, corn and concrete 

and the ache of new growth forests. We are yet young

and neither I nor anyone could predict this moment between us:

crush me to the wholeness of your need, drown me in the river of 

your pain, grow me strong and proud in the soil of your father.

Push with me toward the future, our easterly prize:

see me, taste me, hear me. I am yours, you are mine.