I am a truant in heaven,
Preferring to hold onto you.
For you put out Jesus' flame,
And paradise is buoyed in your eyes of blue.
Love is a gilded box
You keep the key to.
I try to fish it out every night
From the pillow beneath you.
You laugh and grow flush
When I arise in the morning--
My hair disheveled.
You smile, sending my spirit soaring.
You rouse me from my slumber
with your vulgar candor.
When you lean over and kiss my shoulder,
All else is void.
I will not parse your words
because they guide my hands
below your navel
and behind your neck.
