More Full than Not

Last night you saw inside me

And when you opened your

Soft mouth-flute

And I heard your

Cozy sounds,

I knew I would never leave.

The first time

I heard your laugh,

Old man

I knew it would not take me long

To turn you back into God.

If someone asked me

To put you into words

I would choke a little,

Stumble and double over

and say

Such an exquisite taste

and

Every time you touch him

You become lighter,

More refined.