Glory

Kiss your temple—

I am lost at friends

but this is where
I have come to worship,

where the air smells
of pines & rocky starts.

I’m not sure when
ordinary lives

become extra

but somehow I cannot
help but believe
it begins with a kiss
that starts a marathon

or in the forms

of a few lines

chasing the light
across a dim room
where I’ve seen you sleep—

soundless & unwavering.

That’s a half-truth—

the sleeplessness
that you’ve brought me
is the greatest gift
& the greatest fight

in the history of romance.

That you keep your eyes
focused on my prints
deep into midnight—

curling yourself in blankets
but watching like I’ve always
been your favorite film—

is the way & means
of how I know
this is going to last

beyond tomorrow.