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.