About Last Night
I made love with God
while slow songs played
and I laid some where between
cloud nine and the outer edge of orbit,
surprised how beautiful
the new moon looked
as I caressed
my unorthodox sonnets
from the inner depth
of my solar plexus
surged past surface level
and met Her at the tip
of conception,
as our souls found love unconditioned in
memories wrapped right
in intimate pain,
if energy had breath
you’d see it during this winter night
between this moment of heat
and the first kiss we shared
in the sunset and,
I-should-have-took-a-picture
framed it in eternity
so I could forget how love felt daily
erasing the algorithm
and relieve the experience
after every known and unknown form
of punctuation.
