<A Story of love>
The sharp point of a tack pricked me today
like a pinch from God
forcing an angelic stare
into pools of blue and brown spots
the angel looked back
and tickled my soul with a laugh
the smell of soft milky hands,
blueberry hands of yogurt
so i leaned forward to kiss
those wine wet lips
a push of lovely stars entered my view
and caressed my soul
so I must ask this mysterious,
childlike spirit if I can come
and play in the green eden in her
lovely home.
