the search for god
i searched for god in the bottom of a glass to make me feel alive, and found him in you instead.
who is god in the face of the way you say my name, what is religion in the light of your lips on mine?
and i understand it now, what the poets write about and the wrath of achilles and why orpheus looks back at eurydice in every single iteration of that story. what they mean when they say love makes you lose your mind because my mind is lost in the silence between us, and found only in your arms around me.

















