oh
my
god

why aren’t you sitting on my
bedroom floor right now,
watching me
do nothing but
watch you? who are you
that i cannot wait
to meet your family, that you can
make a poet unable to
find words that form coherent sentences, and
what did the angels say
when god made you
more beautiful
than they are?

i wonder if they committed the same
of the deadly sins i’m sure i will give in to
on account of your body and the way
that it moves

and the way that it moves
me.