God As Your Sweetheart

Your touch

permeates me.

Skin cells enter,


and start to dance.

Your hazel

illuminates me.

Caught dead center

in the sunglare

of a greenhouse.

Plants resuscitate

and re-form into something more tangible

than a seed.

Your love

decimates me.

Obliterating the reiterating faults

and consecrating

what's left to bleed.

Yet you

venerate me

as forever yours

while you bring me a rose

and whisper the eventual


Stretch the quintessential

across my face

until it's all I see.

Give me direction.

Give me prophecy,

and a reason

to need...

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