(god, said in a gentle swoon)
(encased in my mind, away from your wild animal eyes)
i am free from the scar on your lip
and the pretty unsaid words i wondered if you thought.

like when you whisper i would hope
to make you happy
and then raise your arms to a falling star

(three hundred and

five

days inside the walls of your voice)
(thank god!) thank god
for your honesty and
for

all these small favors.