The hot protest of your mouth
when you bite your lip
and taste blood and angels
is that moment I believe in God.
I once found him
in a basket of your bones
where you made him a song
and made me a believer
with your dangerous thoughts
and the sweet heresy of your wings...
"The sweet heresy of your wings" Sublime, I love it...
ReplyDeleteRegards from Spain.
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