A prayer of full love
is a prayer aware
of flaw, perfection,
shade, sex, and 
skin.  It is solid —
sweet as agave nectar,
firm as rose-pink fruit:

and it is particular. So

when we speak
in adoration of being, of voice,
can we dismiss such details as
the gender of gums
and the way in which 
they hold
teeth, form words,
support
the bite? 
Is blood clear
when it pours from those
wounded
in struggle?
Is there
any satisfying hymn
to bones
that praises them for strength,
but does not note
their appearance?

When I hold my arms out to you —
colorful,
fleshy, ripe
for complete embrace;
when I take you in the same way,
the whole of you
for my sustenance, and I offer
my whole as well…

when this hymn is sung,
it is sung for the details.