Holy See

When you were naked...

A bench. A knee.

Interlocked hands linking...

There's a cowboy in the living room,

in crayon, on the wall...

Your voice is still with me,

so to speak...

A floating dust bit 

briefly blazed...

Stirred, not shaken, 

wounded, not breakin'...

Fox compromised coop...

Justin Stallment had some debts 

which he found he could not pay...

I wake up in the morning

from a fitful night of rest...

She's my respiratory therapist

but she takes my breath away...

God's meeting me at the Threshold

and I bet He's gonna be pissed...

Whenever I think of Miss Ann,

for I knew her just for a while...