Beneath the actions,
The calm authority with which
I conduct myself,
The supple confidence
Which comes from being
Unencumbered by restlessness
Some part of me reveals itself
Rough hands made delicate
Deep, gruff voice softened
Into chuckles
Trained but not domesticated
My words are cool sips
Smoothing out into bursts of warmth
And each time I enter the room,
It becomes the first time,
And a rush of adolescence
Returns
Like the building of static
Before a storm
And you dance in the rain of my attention
The ribald peals of laughter
Ringing like church bells
And this, the closest
I’ve come to knowing faith
Makes me feel
As close to salvation
As I’m likely
To
Get
MB Blissett 