Falling in love with future saints
She painted her heart upon the bedroom wall
And reached for my face with slender fingers of porcelain
Before vanishing back into the time -stream
I drove to the library on fitful roads
Where I consulted metal filing cabinets
And wrote her name upon my arm in black ink
I bathed in the glory of my newfound love
A book, a thick illustrated volume
Will serve as my faithful guide
I will grow old as the years fall away
And hold your breath in the depths of my lungs
Until I’m delivered into your arms once again
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