Nolan

Warm curling energy
The solid heat and strength of who you are
Pours like honey into my spirit

You could be mistaken for no one else
I lean in
And move into your touch,
Breathe you open

I long for you closer
Until I echo with the sensation of you

Your hands encircle my neck
Fingertips touch the base of my skull
Stunned I am still, silent

Captured in what you share with me
You are miles away
And yet you are here.

You whisper to me,
'Ask me for something that you want,
And I will give it to you.'

I cannot shape into sound
Of what I would ask for
Tho' you offer so much
Of what I need

So I answer as in prayer
Your name
My benediction