People

My head is an atlas,
My chest made of stars,
My arms form a compass;
My ass is on mars.

~

To see an angel in the sky
is scarcely an event.
To often are they stuck up high
without a thought turned towards decent.

Here I lay on solid ground
staring at the clouds,
feel the breath within my chest
and hear my anchor's bound.

To see an angel in the sky
is scarcely an event,
when I have people at my side
I know are heaven sent.

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Grace us with your presence
but don't allow a touch,
I no longer think your guiles
hold interest for me much.
But just for now I see you
for everything you are,
everything you'll be
and everyone you’ll scar.

~

Words that I have yet to write
prefer not to manifest tonight
but sit outside my stain glass door,
to lie and wait for something more.