God not Men

the      fortress     of      Men

no longer enclave my soul

for I  have given  it  to  God

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God    not    Men

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the     enemies     of     Men

no longer shield  the gates

for   I  enter   through   God

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God    not    Men

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God not Vatican

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God    not    Men

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poisoned arrows

those darts and zips

those deliberate gold lines

that do no purpose

but rail your couture

sexay skin hugger

uncannily unzip

my little boy thoughts

darting my curiosity

over your AAA+ boday

carelessly breaking

my single lane

overextended bulge zip

into a double track

two rail circus

linking all those

of my same specie

who were there

darting beside me

into a catastrophic

erupting

volcanic range..

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poisoned arrows..

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nectar from heaven

in   the    middle   where   I   sat

within  the   dark   surround   of

your      curvaceous       contour

the     melody     of     your     life

hums  in  my  ears   fashioning

all  that  is   bitter   into    sweet

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as I gazed up  that  sound hole

I   saw   your   slender   fingers

motioning   in  longing   fluidity

gesturing  on  the  strings  that

connects   your  inner  soul   to

my    languid     passive    heart

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with  you   I  am  harnessed  by

the  tresses  of  your    mastery

hoisting  me  into  your  corona

of             endless            beauty

freeing    me    from    the   yoke

that       once      enslave       me

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with    you     I     found     nectar

flowing   down    from    heaven

and  the   melody  of   your   life

interpreted  through  your  grip

gushes in between the  strings

finally filling up the sound hole..

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