Atheist Love Letter

When God made the world in your image, he shivered. And woe to the worlds orbiting beyond your dominion. I have cut through swathes of Hell and come to blows with wicked boatmen; I’ve ascended without oxygen, sank dark leagues into the ocean, and you are still beyond a mystery: the one peak pointed out to me unclimbable, you sigh and poor deniable young suitors heave weak, desperate sighs –

We should be flying to Moscow now. I’ll be half-drunk and you’ll be passed out with a copy of a travel guide that picks out the lowest prices on hotels, while your handwritten notes illuminate the outlines.


~ by perfectionatrix on June 12, 2016.

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