Cupped

my head’s
drowsy
my cheek’s
being grazed

pillow,
sheets
can we just
snuggle deep?

fancy desserts,
they mixed dances,
lit conversations,
and fetched me laughs

pour past the threshold
if happiness exists,
then it must be cupped
with both hands?

lest it drips.

slipped in
and out of arms,
dreams,
walked in parks
seen the sights
sat together
breathed in each other

enough?

ah but
still, it drips.

still,
I want Jesus.

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