I have long loved the curves and swerves of your body.
As these years pass this is lessened only comparatively
as I find something which surpasses and runs deeper.
That is a fine reason to love.
But this is what grows:
This love of your physicality
not so much as end unto itself
but because it is the location of you.
The ground that was scooped up and breathed into
was sacred before He breathed into it.
And it was made sacred as he breathed into it.
It is where you are.
Your body is the hole punctured through
the very stuff of space and time, (this dying world.)
It is how the light shines through
From somewhere else, magnificent.
They say that God entered the world.
And so did I.
And so did you.
This is a thing worthy of celebration!