God,
you probably already know this but,
you really ****** me.
Because ever since I started seeing the truth in your formless body
I can't for one second feel lonely.
I can't walk down a dark alley without feeling like someone is watching.
Stalking the inside of me with two hands on each shoulder.
I'm comforted by your graces as your third, or 5th hand,
I can't keep track of the ways you touch me, grasps the hilt of truth
and pushes that paradox blade through my chest.
Offers nothing less than a spot light path home if I would follow.
So I follow.
Closer and closer as I create myself into your image
and learn to dance in the abandon you inspire.
My chest on fire.
Unfolding into the air higher and wanting nothing more than to bring them here.
To your garden.
Where you will pardon my language because ******* its beautiful.