I like the last breath of candle smoke
after the flame is snuffed.
I prefer the embers blushing with black
patches to the waving flames above.
I love the prayer that’s spoken
over the grave of a God.
I love you like a heart that’s given up
every idea its ever had about loving.
I love you like there’s no love
left in the world to lie down on.
I’m blessed with the neglect of God
and the gifts of creation to inhabit.
I’ve toppled the pillars of heaven
and the whole thing came down on top of me.
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