late nights up
dying in beggary
remembering telephone wires
and how we cursed phones that had none.
you were on a
CTA map but i
still placed my
palm in the notches in your neck.
i could feel your sweetness
in my lingering breath
as your eyes moved in mine
so crisp and clear.
creation is a time
when you are near-
heaven is your home when
the sun goes down-
cathedrals are in your chest
where blood runs quick-
God is a place
where i'm dying.
still...

so just lock your
fingers in mine &
please turn that
colada ring around.
you have said stop
but i persist even though
God is a place
where my hell exists.

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