sometimes i write just to talk to get the words out of my mouth so
they aren't crawling around in there
like worms
waiting to be speared with a hook
his tongue pierced feels good

Did God send you?
That smile of yours just shines of hope,
not a specific hope.
Not hope for love or lust of some sort of romance,
but,
when I have used up the last of my reserve,
inexplicably you are what keeps me here.
You, your color and strength.
You're a giant! Do you know this?
Bright gold, stronger than the sun. God, I wish you could see your color.
It must be hope.
you must be hope.

God must have sent you.