Exaltations

“Is this God?” he whispered into her 

Fingertips tracing his lips.

An oath written on his skin,

As proverbs spilt from his open 

Mouth. Verses, prophetic 

Manifestations, bellowing beneath 

Her caress. Exaltation 

Offered to man, this 

Man. Hands hover, dancing 

In ritual. Fingers quivering

As they trace the pattern

Like lace of lover’s palms.

A breath,

A hallelujah,

A song of devotion 

In her sighs.

And worship 

In his eyes.