olivia ♥ jesus

olivia ♥ jesus

you approach shyly, in a pleated skirt

too sensible for summer; too sensible

for what crosses my mind.

your perfect teeth and sky blue eyes

chaperoned by a tight,

unforgiving church pamphlet.

 “Do you know Jesus?” you ask, in a voice

that comes like a secret waterfall.

 “I’ve heard of him,” i reply, “that’s enough for me.”

i smile slowly, unwound like silk.

you hand me the pamphlet;

the usual garish cartoons and relentless rhetoric.

i watch you go, the breeze meddling with the divinity of your hair,

as you dissolve, into a crowd of Tuesday heathens.

what a waist.

what a waste,

that jesus is the only one

to know your embrace.