Does it matter right now if there even is a god?
All you'd do is smile and tell me to listen.
Bend me into the grass. Smooth curves
of hands and arms and eyes and lips.
A demigod of nighttime.
I'm in love with your angles,
The slope of your shoulders,
The stroke of your nose.
A radian from your spin to mine.
Don't kiss me now. Smooth jaw line.
And there are twinkles in your eyes, but
I don't care.
Just lay me here under fire crabs and indigo.
Your strong hands. Your good heart.