June 13, 2016Bioman, Flash, Poem, Poet, Poetry, The Daily Writ, Uncategorized Leave a comment Place of Worship You are like my own personal place of worship Where if you believe God’s word It is about time I played for your Life And your Times of sharing each other’s Wish to have a baby between us. I am chasing you like a leopard A cheetah and a puma With the ragged tail of a shy snouted ant-eater Which waves in the air Like a shrouded canopy Of Luck and showered with a new way Of seeing (it is blind, nearly) It shall be seen to be then and there A real whent for us to be seer without Seeing. I will be the One Who gives you all the Love that you require For to Love is to be a pristine choice for You. Copyright B E Saunders 2016 Share this:TwitterFacebookPrintLinkedInEmailLike this:Like Loading...