She’s sleeping,
lying there
before me.
Standing over her
I witness glory.
Her multi-hued hair
frames a face
that Aphrodite
is jealous of
which is delicate,
serene and calm.
And calm I struggle with
as I watch her chest
rise and fall,
her unsymmetrical
bare, beautiful breasts,
so young and perky,
lie above the sheet
that is draped
over her hips
which are
attached to
her legs
that I would love
to see spread wide
for my viewing pleasure,
but as I step forward
her deep brown eyes flutter
and they quickly take me in.
As her mouth opens to scream
I raise up my god.
“I came to see you off to your heaven.”