Revelation Of A Genesis Poem by Kewayne Wadley

If God was a her, she'd be you,
Perfection without bound,
As each flaw accounts to a unique confession,
With a touch that falls much like the rain,
Spreading with each crash that ripples, with the slightest touch,
How greatful,
The gift of life,
As each second manifests into an eternity,
By each second, by each hour,
A precious commodity that can't be given back,
As simple as a prayer that asks for nothing, expecting nothing in return,
An unselfish act that yearns only to be closer,
As each thought is marked by the educational quiver that thrists,
Mere fingerprints, left upon the glass as there's nothing left to drink,
Nothing left but a touch that lingers,
Listen close,
The wind softly speaks it's lullaby,
Silently sailing through the clouds as time holds no bearence, here,
Alone in your thought,
Words have no meaning,
As their bodies act without form,
A play that's been spoken for centuries,
Their bodies whisper the thunder that roars in the clouds,
Submitting to each other's will,
Languages that yearn to be unheard,
Emancipated within themselves as only their cries hold their release,
A single temptation that beckons,
For two that long as one,
Their silence holds no excuse,
As they're connected by each other's stare,
As this very height,
Has become heaven itself