Exquisite
Is sand between toes too weary
To take another day of pavement.
Peace
Is sunset over grasses
Filled with crickets in song
And the tea kettle whistling gently,
The padding of socked feet over cool tiles.
Faith
Is how she gave you her hands
As you held yours out,
How she smiled into your collarbone
And let you lay your palm against her cheek
Without flinching,
How she let you look at her without turning away,
How she closed her bedroom door behind her
Without looking back.
