And her skin is soft and her body is full. If woman is a chalice then i am wine, pure grape, licking gold. i cut open my third eye for this. so i can see what nirvana walks like when she's bent into the shape of a sixteen year old girl. (i want heaven.) i've painted over my soul for this. a body is nothing more than a canister for light. and i want heaven. where candles shine brightest in the middle of the night. if we kissed in front of the congregation, would satan still rush to appear?
and i want heaven!
the Spirit drops colored fruits in my basket. a mango scares the serpent away. the world sent me through the river with a knife lodged between my teeth.
and i want heaven. i want heaven. i want heaven.
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this is horrible but i feel it and i am going to post it
the original name for this poem was "holding a girl's waist while posing for a picture, queer heart on canvas, '17" but wattpad said it was too long which i find entirely too disrespectful there is no character limit on the beauty of love in motion (poetry)
happy pentecost to all my chrisitan amigos may the Holy Spirit guide us and continue to bestow upon us the gifts of his spirit 💝💞
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Poetryshoved a needle in my brain and now my head won't stop bleeding
