Dear God,
i saw a new strain of creation mud
today
and i did begin to wonder
what wall you must have built
around my heart
to be able to restrain
from the looming sin of woo
at the stealing corners
of my twitching eyes
is a paragon of bliss
a cute wind that hisses ease
ah, oh, a blistering hue
of fair ecstacyand spotless tint
to my weakened conscience
Dear God
how can this beautiful cup
pass over my serenading fear
ah, oh, the mere memory
of the very near future
evaporates the bank of my saliva
my throat waters
in drowsy languish
i long to plant my touch
on the fertile grounds
of her saturn hide
and beat courtship drums
and hear the sound of love
from her copulating presence
Dear God
this is an entirely new face
of your creation