I decided to stay the course of my everyday life
Of sin and shadows, of judgement and banishment
Fantasy of miracles simply don't exist, only dance in my swollen head.
Haunting humor, we cry joy
and a steady fear in all, are my daily bread.
My heaven and Earth coming together is a slow. sipped shot of Casadores.
Squeezed lime juice rolling off her protruding nipple as lips lament.
She proclaims God is indeed in our bed, sanctifying this holy moment.
Seven years of prayer and what's in it for me Lord?
From pit to Sun, I'm standing here, love terrified, that your leftovers won't be enough
Untapped imagination, this reality simply can't afford.
Sex. feeling and rugged limbs
Climb, root to peak
Beginners level, still so far
Always within reach.
We are your impossible miracles
Fear of God,
Or of me?