waiting for the best treats from the table
Jesus knelt at David’s feet while he ate
opening his mouth like a good boy
each time David offered him food
from his fingers when Jesus’ knees
went to sleep under his body’s pressure
he would lean into the pain
feel his legs flutter—filled to the brim
with trapped stars flickering
their light away inside his muscle—
if you asked Jesus to describe devotion
he would paint this exact scene
his legs fading to black his mouth
open to receive whatever his king offered