"If Heaven Is Rare Moments of Bliss Throughout The Eternity of A Lifetime, Then Surely That Day Was Divine"

His words, click
rattle around,
shake up
her stagnant pulse
those narcissistic musings.


For ONE second
naked human forms
measure one palm against
the other.



Do I touch her breast? he wonders.
They’re watching Television on the Christian Channel
Jesus was in it from the start.
First kiss IS: the farewell discourse
No wonder things didn’t turn out
(STATIC) and the frequency changes
His* way.


To protect a heart, the taste
of plumflesh jelly
full of sixteenyearold flawless
virgin-Pit-sweet truth

To remember nouns
his favorite (adjective)
the musicality of a plotline
rush to a crescendo

To remain enamored by His words OR the swan slow breath that penetrates
the maiden self,


Her Responsibility is:

None // Infinite

(Circle One)



*Her