"and what if God is a woman"

we have known each other from the street
through little beggars and prostitutes
traffickers panhandlers serial criminals maybe
there are details you want of course to forget

sidewalks penetrated with glasses
springing like water gushers in a summer night
from the skirt on my black-widow silky skin

pointed at your left arm spidery good looking
walking by the world smiling cautious
they knew me all you were important
their eyes were burning arrows to my skin
strained around you like a cat
smiling back they leaved traces
from the corner of the mouth salivary blood
you were marking your territory walking through their slop

you told me you don’t want us ever stop
that marching moment screaming the sharp hour
seasons could come arround us
scourge of forbidden pleasures
you wanted furry wings growing at my shoulders
to wrap us forward layers to our bodies

you were a poet just as I imagine you to be
you gravity was melting on your face
whenever you seemed distracted
I felt it cold descending on my hand
my first reaction was to save myself
in a sentimental contagious dream
of our powerless mutual happiness

I’ve lost you at a corner of a street
through little begglers and prostitutes
maybe traffickers panhandlers serial criminals
even now you don’t know I did it in purpose

I become the statue from the intersection
you spin around every morning to get at work, you see
with a wife beside you, as each other wife
you don’t know that I’m looking
with my big feline eye
forgotten open to your personal life
exactly that way I was dreaming
written much time ago

The God travesti in a beautiful lady
- with irresistible legs
is saving you from YOURSELF