the closest thing to heaven
my thoughts bleed out
like muffled sounds i didn't mean.
my flopping, wailing regurgitation crawls
out of me & into the soil where
i see you standing.
you tell me how much you need me.
it is your sole, sacred mantra.
like dew on blades of grass,
i wait for gravity to take my hand
& lead me to the ground;
a lasting reminder of the universality of love,
or humans, or the god you grew up with.