(For National Poetry Month I am writing a stream-of-conscious poem per day. Each poem is  a spontaneous poem single edit – could get messy!  Here is Poem #18.

old and worn and washed away
no one wants to stop and play
here i stand beneath your steps
hoping that you’ll call me next

you take them home poor and tired
make them feel like they’re desired
whispers songs made just for them
send them smiling out again

i would stay here all the day
settle here and watch you pray
the way you move on your knees
the way your heart knows to please

show me how to use my lips
where to place my fingertips
let me offer up my prayer
in this scared rite we share

you do not judge or condemn
guide me so i fit right in
show me where to place my head
take me where I should be led

listen as my heart beats fast
breathing turning into gasps
holy grotto for my need
accept my gift hear me plead

and then when we both are done
let us linger one to one
in the tingle that has come
burning warmer than the sun

only you make me feel right
only you bring such delight
you make me beg just to stay
gently send me on my way

you have other prayers to teach
other lessons left to preach
none can have you just for them
you free them all from their sin