December 5, 2012 § Leave a comment

can i teach you a little about faith?
should i whisper this reminder
between your shoulder blades?
you can close your eyes,

you don’t need to see me.

this lesson is about hope.

sitting on the curb, bathed in lamplight
you can’t know that

i’m waiting to touch the small of your back

i ask you for a light
the cigarette is a metaphor
you are a meta for
for for for
you’re expectations are tripping me up,
patience is a virtue
and i’ll spill it all over your lap
shift a little this way
let me cover you with my grace…

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