What do you want me to do for you?
Let me see again.
Receive your sight; your faith has saved you.
Let me see again, undoings, undone like last night falling into Your hands.
If I stand here until my feet check sensation,
if I told love to hide its face
if I crawled toward a door into darkness
if I hid in the dark until undoings were doing
their weight into my hair
could there be an ocean again,
again, in my hand, would there be writing
and when I held him closer than other nights
before, when I said to You in the dark,
on the side, unnoticed by love, bring us undone
here in the middle, let this feel broken,
let each touch burn a new word.
When we claimed to be gods, but didn’t know we were
calling, was there an ocean, then, in between us
when I tugged eyelids, did this
undo enough to be Your undoing?
If I left, knelt, kept things close to my side…
Let our bodies be light, prayer-
We undo darkness, arms, each other,
haunting jackals, for eyes behind eyes
hurt behind pleasure-flowers under tongues.
Is love an instrument to play against Your ear
because when I knelt for him I felt undoing, singing,
though he knows nothing, nothing of being a god.