208 [jp/p] her legs came up and to the edge of the bed where she said placing her finger under her lip and i      watched an ancient string of lights move time across the sheets years old that just last night lit a vinyl window and a hardwood hotel room aglow between neon under sheets of skin we us iy ou me became the ceiling so pretty of an unred morning in the hours after evening that sleep on days we traced and retraced the lines with our fingers and our tongues numbering the pages which you called dusk and i called dawn .silhouettes and then the words   hush and the   holy spirit came climbing high & heard       out     of you     or       me it was hard to say (i was barely there) but there us was and we gently streamed