Drown out the din
Your inhale
A sinewy pause
Between soft implications
Of thick adoration
Childlike and blessed
Under your praise
But what I have
To be lauded
Reflects solely your presence
In me
I was yours from a whim
From a prose
On your tongue
In a breath
Your absolution
Is the comma connecting our names
you, me
I read it in circles
Around my finger
And embossed in His book
Endless, undivided
Never unwritten
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