just believe you believe
and slip through the clouds
like a raspberry goose.
sup from the thimble of your-
apparent heresies
and serve no purpose save
sunshine.

dupe the bell ringing " blank gong "
and smolder in the pew of forgotten churches
with no gone god.
more of a stasis of feathers
in an naked verb.... stumbling in the sky
of our very dear intentions.
you can be the devil if you want too...
but you can't be this beautiful
and deceive.

that's how i love you.