Waz missing something
Something so important
Something promised
A laying on of hands
Fingers near my forehead
Strong
Cool
Moving
Making me whole
Sense pure
All the gods coming into me
Laying me open to myself
I waz missing something
Something promised
Something free
A laying on of hands
I know bout/layin on bodies/layin out of man
Bringin him alla my fleshy self & some of my pleasure
Being taken full eager wet like I get sometimes
I waz missing something
A laying on of hands
Not a man
Laying on
Not my mama/holdin me tight/sayin
I'm laways going to be her girl
Not a laying on of bosom and womb
A laying on of hands
The holiness of myself released

I sat up one night walking a boardin house
Screamin/cryin/the ghost of another woman
Who waz missing what I waz missing
I wanted to jump up out of my bones
& be done wit myself
Leave me alone
& go on in the wind
It waz too much
I fell into a numbness
Until the only tree I cd see
Took me up in her branches
Held me in the breeze
Made me dawn dew
That chill at daybreak
The sun wrapped me up swingin rose light everywhere
The sky laid over me like a million men
I waz cold/i waz burning up/a child
& endlessly weavin garments for the moon
Wit my tears
I found god in myself
& I loved her/i loved her fiercely

This poem is a reflection of behaviors, incidents, life circumstance, where you know you were searching for something. Trying to fill a whole within yourself through various means. The laying on of Hands is Gods hand filling that empty spot, one in which he could only fill. She ends this poem knowing that fact and living her now "whole self" we can all experience that through relationship with God.