a poem a day for a year #281

I’ll baptize you
catechise you
pray for you
undress you
whatever you need
to feel
holy smokes
don’t you know what
you are are to me
like a diamond in the sky
the whole sky
a fat moon
October wind
the smell of fire
we walk and talk of your
great perfect sadness
the one you carry
like stones in your blue jeans
like heavy coats
misunderstood street signs
when you hold me 
I feel the weight