Faith

You whisper your grace, down a public telephone, massage your ravaged face, the arcs of your concern, a lifetime, learning to moan, bright flames that never burn, luminous as the lace, that lightens your clothes, who knows how your heartbreaks, are you free to discern, sweet linen and eau de cologne, you know where love ends, the gifts of Saint Teresa, and other’s sacred bones, enhance light from this place, take from them and learn, never go for broke, beyond what you have earned, no star shines alone.