Hallelujah...

For just that stingy moment. Imperfect broken, shattered happy. The pieces still make sense, still worth the fractures. Put back to shape, they are fine and heavy in love. There is no taking that away. Cold but true, under; hidden, found, lost, something that all miss, something that all have a place for whether full or a yawning hole. Sigh in dreams for that lapping in of suspension; floating abduction; close-eyed ecstasy.