…because my lover’s lying there (poem)

I believe in God when I see the sun crests over the horizon,

when the rain taps upon my window pane and the scent of sweet olive wafts sweet perfumes from it’s chalice

the sweet intoxication of it’s scent lingers invisibly upon the humid June morning air.

But it’s at night, and for far more mundane things have been done

when the carpet’s been vacuumed, and dinner put away

after the dog’s been walked, a show on Netflix watched and lovin’ had

I believe in God, not for some miraculous start of a day, because I see my lover lying there

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