#004 Please, Lord
Artwork is I Might Have Known it Would Be Red, Flora Yuknovich (2022)
There are a few cotton wool wisps in our corner of this wide sky, this evening perfect. Blue, and maybe too-deep.
I am missing you. Missing you so much, actually, just the sound of your voice. Smooth honey; thick, rich, raw honey. Could taste it on my tongue, could drown in it, get lost in it …
And I would ruin myself for it
And tell me if that is such a sin? Would the Gods, the angels and the demons deem it such a sin; damn me to hell, if I gave in? If I savor every inch, every word, every syllable, every pause and breath and every slight, even the slightest hint of your perfect smile?
Saw you again in a dream , as I have on so many endless nights. If you meet me there in our space between sleep and wake -
Even if the heavens should banish us with its sweeping hand, Tell me, would that really be such a sin?
O’ Father, can’t I have this one little thing?