We save each other, you and I--
soul and sabbath intersect
at a shrouded crossing.
Flat on my back, a sacred weight
passes through me, holy spirits
ghosting between your skin and mine.
I bear burdens on my hips, wrap my arms
around the weary backs of the forgotten;
I hold the lost between my thighs,
cushion the seeker against my breast,
each touch an anointing, an offering,
a summoning prayer.
In this communion of flesh
I am raised, again and again,
every whisper a hymn, a hallelujah.