via Daily Prompt: Stylish

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.