I was too late.
She'd already been kissed by the sun.

She said sure
but I've never done this before
then she got on her knees and she lied even more

an i for an a makes the whole world bland

Don't reach too far nor climb to high
there is little there for you up in the sky

Death sits beside me on the park bench.
Its four o'clock on some idle Tuesday.
Scythe lying on the armrest,
I hope I'm not dying today.

Love dragged me down to the river
Me: kicking, screaming curses
Love: steady hand without quiver

Love held me under the rippled surface
silent bubbles translated my biblical verses
and I questioned it's purpose

But the one thing without indecision
was me and her in unison
and I rose from my baptism

her:
thin
gangly even but, frankly, perfect
perfect skin
Eve
or a cherub at the inn
(do or don't believe)
Original
with no original sin
and therein
I saw the angel in evangelism