Our views in youth are nothing
Or something heir-apparent
A drunken love for disillusionment
They’d had too much Smirnoff last night
Slurrings of Job in their eighteen years
And unavoidable blind faith in theism
Do you belong there?
Perhaps it is only my idea of you.
Do I believe?
I fear that I am silently in love with only myself.
I was the one more deceived[1]
I remain awake
The rain creates innocence like a bath
But I would profess my humanity
Only you, divine to forgive
Someone else implored me not to wear white on my wedding day
I let it happen –
Divided from myself and judgment
You missed my most intimate times with you
I do not mention these—
Even when tongues are too loose
You are my personal infection
Something ever-present as I exist
I say I think nothing –love is not brief
And I tell myself that it is only love