Unknown to you,unsaid too, I have imagined
Your breathing reminds me of the universe's breath
And you are the flute it bore into existence
The notes it plays through you, are symphonies
Of what I have grown endeared to
They sound like what God' hands would play
I know it would sound exactly like your voice
That being said, the atheist that I am
Have never seen God, but then nor have theists
I find no reason to even for a moment doubt
That your face is anything but godhood
It has been a call, so perennially unanswered
I had run from the feelings of love and vulnerability
Your touch was felt, beneath the skin, in the soul
And now it yearns to be held, closer to you
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