Lightning strikes once, at the top of an altar. My Eagle in jungled land. Mayday begins a return to beach city. The lights stand over every black road and solar turns the stop sign orange.
Waterfalls of my true eyes. A sought after christly presence. Guided by a pact of covenant. My love, what is taking you so long? To have you fallen so broken.
Park to the side of the 80s, at the mall in our childhood town. Since I was 12 the poems forgot to be obvious. Inside a thunder for tonight; I am getting stronger.
Jaded blues and miracle treks. The bird that dives into violent sea. The heart that skips a beat into romance. At the top floor, there is an outlook into the rain forest. A nice man serves a turmeric heavy curry and there I am waiting for you.
The same face in my visions of mercy. Blessings from the tree of abundance. Your eyes they sparkle in the medical white of these dark walls. Your hands they look strong even under cashmere. Your hair; its yours. Everything that comes with my home is for me to love. The air caught in your lungs; let it break free all over me.
I took a step forward into sacrifice. Keeping things to myself. When you are ready to tie a bow, let me know so that I prepare even my heart.
The end.
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