think on that faded photograph   

think
on that faded
photograph

              on that one finger
brushing your hair aside
revealing the face of god

              on late day shadows
moving like a second coming
across the world


how majestic we wanted to be
at that moment
and how perfect in each other’s
arms

but the time
for being immaculate
has passed

so   imperfect in each other
we watched
the sun
fuck the ocean

screaming
i am not you savior

© 2006 Kevin Feeley