by Jerry Ratch
You were still holding yourself
In your own arms, when I first found you
You were so fresh
No thunder had ever spoken your name
No lightning lit up your veins
I continued to have the feeling of you
Between my dream muscles and my lack of sleep
I carried you inside me in this way
Like a permanent seed inside my dreamy veins
And when my hand went searching
Inside your blouse, I found
The secret to everything
I found God
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Amen!