Showers of Thanks

He lifted his arms
And rendered a glance.
And all the world’s strength
Tendered at his hands.

As the deep skies
Swept us away
And surrendered all
We ever kept at bay.

And when we parted
Without a kiss,
I found myself wondering
About his lips.

Not knowing that one day,
He’d taste like my name
And that these lips of mine,
Would never kiss the same.

That crowded night, I
Caught my first breath of his air
And galaxies near and far
Scattered light everywhere.

The scent of his body
Felt just like home
This scent of his body
I now own.
PoetryHillary Wen