Awe

I prey on her skin,

As she prays to her Lord.

Her head low, near the stoup,

Lifts,

After the water,

Holy,

Hits her front.

And I also like to see her body heave up

When she thinks herself saved.

That is when I can seek down

The alleys of her arms,

All the way there, to the floor

Where her feet bear out naked

And open

And so real.

I could almost believe in her God

Just to bring to this lip, parted,

That ankle.