"i will call this bed my church, for
i can think of nothing more sacred
than the way you open your eyes
and rub them with fists loose from sleep;
than the stretch of your leg and
the edge of your foot peeking
out from the covers;
than the smudge of mascara
left over from last night;
and the way your face
folds like paper when you yawn
and close your eyes again.
this morning, i am blessed."