i see Him in the kisses we've shared

i don't take time to know you, 

because i just don't care to -

i'll study the inanimate in your gaze instead -

your stillness is mystical, yet comforting, familiar, so absently cold -

like you're waiting for me to do something. anything. -

harmful, pleasurable, startling, soothing. anything. -

some, most, expect to meet a God, at the end of everything, they resemble -

i've found Him in a man who i'm nothing alike-

in those blue cracks, -

the color of the deepest trenches, surrounded by the lighter, yet just as cosmically expansive reaches of sea, -

that i'd imagine your eyes once held.