Finding God

Finding God

I found God last night.
She was resting in the indent
just above your clavicle.
He was dancing along the slow
curve of the ridge of your ear.
She was hiding in
the curls of your hair.
He was leaning in the lean,
strong curves of your upper arm.
She was in the palm of your hand,
in your fingers,
along your knuckles.
He was along your spine,
settled in your sacrum.
She was on the arch of
the soul of your foot.
He was slipping along
your relaxed jawline.
Everywhere I looked,
everywhere I touched,
every inch of you,
was where I found God.