You said my team

  Caught me off guard,

  vulnerable,

  the sudden declaration

  a war cry,

  white flag flying,

  dropping the gate

  and shouldering the shield.

  Shy lovers, until you spoke

  the words like sweetheart vows

  —your team. I am on your team.

  My team when I dash away

  from phantom fears and phobias,

  dreams that breathe in the day.

  My team when I sing loud

  enough to crash through the walls,

  disturb all the neighbors with my passionate solos,

  dramatic duets. My team when I curl up

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  in the cushions, caught in the floods

  of cruel colds. My team when I lull

  in the arms of sleep, carried up

  three flights like a coat draped over your shoulders.

  My team as I blush,

  emotion discovered mid-flight,

  seeking refuge,

  running into you like ceremonial ribbons,

  freshly cut.

  Hallelujah

  David was a fool

  to sing a stolen song of the divines,

  pining after another man’s woman,

  a stolen fling proclaimed romance,

  self-proclaimed divinity.

  David was a fool

  to claim hallelujah.

  Hallelujah crushes

  like ocean weight with every goodbye—

  we lie through our teeth. There is nothing good

  about missing you. About bye.

  Hallelujah rushes

  like the whisper of deer flying through the trees—

  I can’t wait to marry you.

  Other couples sing hallelujah over dinner,

  at the concert hall between acts,

  taming the wild wilderness of love until it kneels.

  Hallelujah is the silent death of alone,

  the brash declaration of choice.

  You leave me no choice—

  Hallelujah.