The day when your words become flesh
Quietly
I wait
Within the darkness of a
Virgin womb
Moving
And moving
Slowly
Towards
To meet
To worship
To welcome
To ride with
Your waves
Flying, jumping and surging
My bright star
My sunshine
Comes in
The very silence
Was broken
Tonight
You and I
Are writing on the flesh
Not on the keyboard
Not on the space
But flesh
Rubs against the sheet