Lightning deep clouds
You who are not within your bed
you who are not within your clothes
silk nor military wool
You who are not within your home
You are not the lungs that breath
nor skin, blood, or bone
And I am not a gospel
or a phosphorescent light
lines deepen my face for love
my limbs thickened from my lust
not the eyes but the twitch
not the sky but my wind
We are vapors in between
what is solid and what is disbelief
When I found you there
in that parking lot
like a ray gun through a raindrop
I was your angel
you who are not within your clothes
silk nor military wool
You who are not within your home
You are not the lungs that breath
nor skin, blood, or bone
And I am not a gospel
or a phosphorescent light
lines deepen my face for love
my limbs thickened from my lust
not the eyes but the twitch
not the sky but my wind
We are vapors in between
what is solid and what is disbelief
When I found you there
in that parking lot
like a ray gun through a raindrop
I was your angel
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