I really don’t care.
I’m not going to heaven if
my angel’s here.
I know Heaven’s the reason
I’ve been a good Christian.
But what’s the point in being
in a mansion You made
when the woman You
gave me as a soul mate
isn’t there to make it
a home?
God, please don’t do it to me
Let me explain:
My Bronze soul mate walks
in a swan strides.
beauty radiates like solar flares.
Her hypnotic brown eyes
can distract from her hour
glass body, deep cleavage,
and ironing board abs.
Every touch is a massage,
Those kisses are like tasting
sugared melons.
Her conversation is like making
verbal love in the rain
hours on end.
And our future
family and career plans
could bring ships home.
She solved the enigma of existence
when she said “I love you.”
What a drug,
Lawd! Two shots of my Bronze
and I’m good. I’m done.
And you want me to sit up there
By myself?
Really?
Without her
Heaven will be Hell
because she is my Heaven.
Tell your angels no
I can’t do Your work in Heaven
worried about her
being alone, depressed?
Or even worst, she’d marry someone
else, some taking my place?
Thank you very much, I’ll stay here.
See you on Sunday.
Contains sample from “Heaven Can Wait” by Michael Jackson
Authors bio is coming up shortly.
P, I so totally loved this! It made me smile, laugh and feel very deeply. Truly wonderful. Amazing to share/observe/read/experience the joy another can bring to a life.
I really loved this. Very eloquent:-)
Nice… Your writing reminds me of my own – ‘cept that I’d trade your love for my loss any day. Mind if I post your poem on my blog? It’s really, really good. My stuff could use an alter-ego. LOL!
Very interesting that one would give up a seat in heaven to remain with his fleshly love. I have to re read this to get the gist of it entirely. Very interesting though. That which requires a lot of introspection.
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