I am showing you how god works in one way I cannot help but think, speak, dream, Holding life as a box of chocolates and wanting badly to poison the dog
the bugging, nagging, aching thing the ballbusting nature of loneliness of solitation "salutations, sweet girl I am one of the many males."
We don't pick our breakfasts We have to fight for them because we ate a crabapple with our balanced scripture Now we're Mars' Barred.
I want to touch the vessel that holds you I want to touch it gently, molding it as clay your cheeks, rosy, adobe, the same red as the old Your eyes the colors of amber before it was made The subtle breath of turquoise The diamond-speckled rings I want to be the emptiness that gives you form I want to be the innate human function I want to kiss you because you are god and you are god that speaks.
I want to kiss your soul, I want to feel your light because the aesthetic of you: A Cole Thomas in the gallery Rhapsody in Blue, the love theme A swan in the early autumn, seeking herself in the reflections on the pond
I want to be the god back The spoken voice that gave you chills the same way you shiver on a lonely night, staring at the enumerate stars, lining up into couples via perspective parsecs dancing across your eyes and pulling each follicle closer, closer--
Darling the high likelihood is that we will pass each other by I will wave goodbye to god, pay my tab, stumble outside Maybe watch you disappear listen to Adagio as the engine begins to explode controllable Knowing this will all happen again until it doesn't.