Praise

From beneath the covers
you read me like a book;
before you, I am naked and exposed,
longing for the touch of your voice.

The depths of brown on white
pull on my dreaming soul,
it flailing like a drowning man,
to stand outside your gates.

Delicate words stand in line
to bring praise for yours.
Endless, I would bring them
for you as falling manna.

From beneath the covers
you read me like a book,
gently thumbing through
my thoughts and my loves;

calm, quiet, and sweet.

praise

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