I feel so alone when I’m alone with you and when our lips meet I feel far removed
but I hear a voice from a distant land, calling for me, reaching for my hand.
Is it god? I wonder.
I always thought god was love then I started seeing god in us
but others speak of religion and it screws me up.
It spreads through my mind; it courses through my blood.
What is god? I don’t know.
I see god when they smile through their eyes though I know they’re miserable inside
I see god in you when you speak about love, though, love and you are so far apart
What is god?
Is it a touch or an innocent glance?
“I’m unsure, why do you ask?”
Is god in the woman who gave life to you
or is it in the man who took it away from you?
I don’t know.
I don’t want to wonder.
I don’t want to think anymore.