God, the Verb

The longitude and latitude of my body, the different spots where these lines cross - they are a little bit like god. Each and every time.

Mapping the soul, marking the spot. A spot.

My skin, a soft ground receiving life, breathing in the whole.

I am creation. "Don't think, meat" (I do love that line).

a lovers hand tracing the curves of my flesh. Sweet, beautiful flesh.

I straddle and ride with pristine honesty - your god.

I am the essence, the act, the undoing

I am.