GRACE  

tonight we will reveal ourselves as
an unfolding hand: not quite
noticeable, but declaring as though
every word is a trigger: a
speech offered up to the world
in challenge of its potential
to silence.

we will place before them our newfound
ache to reveal, let their deterioration
become open to witnessing, free to
unravel like a pulled thread, or
a trigger.

we will offer our hand, like a benediction,
and the one promise we could ever
keep, that will extend itself beyond
their skin, into the only sacred place
in this world: where we are impeccable,
and we are lasting.

© 2006 Kevin Feeley