he smiles at me and tells
me i am
an angel. i mean
no harm.
i
mean
no
harm.
she wept and said
she
tried
to keep her broken heart a
secret. i
am
no
cypris. i
don't know love
under restriction___

stepping back, we
noticed where we had
arrived_ nothing but
children
lost and
wandering blind eyed. we
had no concept of
god back then; we
found spirituality in
imagination. we
found
imagination in
some image assembling itself
in the backs of our
eyes that defined everything
using pieces of,
abstractions of our
souls; youthful, daring,
lustful creatures. we
found god in our
bodies; glimmering, curling
in strands and
sinews- veins and cappilaries;
strands of
nerves. we
found heaven in
our hands;
explorers of territory
all but
forbidden,
newly
discovered. we found
ourselves
responsible for the
beauty
we earned in
youth.