A Choir

She thinks it’s about her
And maybe it is
A knot tightens
No sign of fray

I want to be her hymn book
Balanced on her knee
I want to feel her hand
Every finger

I want to feel her thigh
And have it feel me
I want to hear
Her pages turning

Join in every hymn
With her
Loudly
Joyously

Remembering
Who to worship
God & goddess
And us, just maybe