worship.

i have practiced opening my hands to the spirit
and singing praises with my tongue.
i have glowed from the holy ghost
in churches with ceilings like attic spaces.

so maybe it was the walls of the room
slanted up like a steeple
or the blue moon coming in from the window
lighting us up like
angles still blazing from heaven,
but when you were hovering over me
and your skin was warm
i opened my hands
to the god above
and sang hallelujah into your mouth.