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Friday, May 27, 2011

We're lying down, in the middle of the basketball court, naming the constellations.
You're talking intensely about God and the symbolic significance of his Commandments;
An undertone of excitement rippling beneath your wisdom, like a child eager to display what he has newly learnt...
She makes occasional grunts of acknowledgement and answers your Socratic questions.
I play the part of the uninterrupting listener.

You're discussing Adam and Eve: it's about obedience, sin, Rules that set us free...
I guess I accept your Answers too, but I have my own theories centered around 'Love'.
My soul disquiet; I think 'Sin' is a cutting word.

But from your words I sense a certain warmth, like God's arms embracing me, gently tucking me in under this blanket of stars
His big hands smoothing my brows, the tender touch of stardust..
I liked hearing God's name again.
Your nasal voice becomes the loveliest melody, your words the most beautiful lyrics.
Absorb His grace through every pore, take everything in.
I soak in this splendour, marveling God's diamonds
Counting the number of frauds.

she's not here @

3:30 AM