Holy Devotion

By Haig Moses

HOLY DEVOTION

You ask me

How you could be better,

But there is already tenderness

In the way you speak my name,

And weave your fingers

Through my hair.

You’ve shaken doubt

From my bones,

Like a battered mat made anew,

Leaving longing lovers

Hung askew.

It is spring,

And I never knew

The freedom of living

Without my midnight blues.

You ask me

How you could be softer,

But there is already hope

Sitting on our beside table—

Aching to relinquish its hold

On the night

And let the dawn return

To our eyes.

What else could I ask for,

Other than understanding?

What else could you need in me,

Other than a home?

The questions you pose,

Tied up in a rose,

Are enough to settle

The wanderlust in my bones.

I ask you

How I could love you more,

And you kiss me

Until I am sure.

About Haig:

Haig Moses is a West Indian-American poet and author of “an abundance of apricots”. He received his B.A. in Communication Arts and Media Studies. Originally from Texas, he currently resides in Brooklyn, New York.