Presence

Night on night I laid, stacked,

anxious like Jenga sticks—

But slept.

Tonight writes

the twist in the midst- Glory.

Shoulders rest, fire beneath

my chest: learning Your burning.

You’re burning, my smile brimming.

Beneath bone flames moan:

eyes drier, ringed out with time.

Day’s right bookend erased

Topples me into bright life.

Love’s overflow still slicing

into night; Presence purrs

and pierces, hissing joyous

songs, like kerosene.