they flip to face the heavens,
but still rest on my leg –
hands too heavy to lift regardless my plea.
my lips begin to repeat litanies without any authority from me.
until there is
an unbearable pause positioning itself
like forest between a lover and the Beloved.
and only until there is unspoken recognition,
do my hands ease and my soul smiles.
the Beloved knows the state of the lover
despite the forest.