To Lick Her Lips In Pure Godliness

She walks me by a sidewalk.

All of us walking by a sidewalk.

 

I am keen for her.

I smell her chemicals in me.

 

Her smile is the most special touch.

Her eyes and mouth, her just presence.

 

I turn and look at her in a second’s space,

there in the afternoon of us.

 

I am proud to be within the

pronouncement of her breath.

 

I do not want Christ Jesus now.

He is fiction and absurdity to me now.

 

She is most Holy.

I want her to baptize me

in the waters of her

breath’s annihilation

 

I want her with me,

in clouds,

at a dinner table

full of strangers.

 

I want her with me,

as the devilish wolves

surround me and desire

to swallow my balls and

my mouths and tails.

 

I want her with me when

sun and all sun and all

sunshine comes to greet

us in our snarling lips.

 

I want her to

come clean

with me.

 

I want her

to look upon

me

with longing

and

fitting

desire.

 

I want her to bloom into me much,

much too much.

 

I want her there,

as I saw her,

there, that day,

on the sidewalk,

and I told God,

 

“Yes, yes, of course,

I could boldly fall

in love with her,

if You’d let me,

if You’d, at last,

let me.”

 

avatar

Roberto Cruz, Jr

Roberto Cruz, Jr is a local writer, musician, poet and traveler.

More Posts

Share

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published.

*