Your cold lips press to my forehead and I stare down at all our naked skin,

silhouetted by the open window. In the shadows underneath you, I close my eyes and wrap you up

in my memory. You kiss me like God did Cain, but with more meaning than that Testament.

Your kiss is a promise of pain and a test of strength because tomorrow I leave and you stay home-

the good son and smiling soldier.


I slept through two flights and watched you love me all over again in dreams.


I smoke cigarettes from the porch and try to see you in my



Finally, I put you on paper and realize that I sound as cracked as the Bible. Just another

testament to the passion that erupts from faith.

Because I believe in everything about you.