Sitting down,
feet on the ground
in all his glory—
the only God of mine.
Then came fire,
drenched in desire,
embarked on a story—
the only God of mine.
A distant place
worn on his face
both young and old—
the only God of mine.
Sipping briskly,
his cup of tea,
shroud in a suit of gold—
the only God of mine.
Standing up,
dropping his cup,
becoming a vestige—
the only God of mine.
Hitting the floor
like I’ve done before,
leaving me hostage—
the only God of mine.
Stylish apparition,
truly a vision,
made that decision—
the only God of mine.
