Sunday

So many false idols
Only one you
With every kiss you claim me
With every touch
Something
Soulful
Passes
Between us
And silence does not feel stagnant
Or like panic
But rather
The warmth
Before dreams come
And they made Sundays holy
Because they foresaw ours
Jellybean sugar sunshine
Pouring onto our smiling skin
The colours are all chemical afterglow
And I am blessed
By today
With you
Every detail
Even the small perfect bee
That freeze framed before our eyes
So that we may admire
And it may too
Eager to see the fresh
And mystic
Lovers in its midst
The drums beating
For these two fallen stars