homeward bound

thursdays // you are heaven

there are perhaps too many ways
to describe you, of which i have
toofewlittlewords to describe what you
in fact, you are
perhaps it is the human tongue that bars
an angel like you from my speech
im ped i ment i meant to
reach with my pen wielding hands
but you are not fucking me about with yours
feeling and feeding me up one side of me
and down the other, oh believe me
i wish you'd do,
you are not dead and in fact bring about
the life in others
you are a sweet and sultry flower, scented
to titillize my now wrinkling nose
i think i died and met you sometime a long
time ago
because i
have found the
way of which
describes you,

you are living proof that one does not need to die to reach heaven

of which temporal
kingdoms such as i wade out
in celestial strides to touch
but no avail