and Father everywhere

A small bed
the most beautiful picture
atop
your Father everywhere
.and my blind love.
I want to save you from ourselves
but Saint Jorge has punished me
closing my road to tears laughter and
the courage to throw it all away

I can see the small bed again
atop
my Saint of devotion
sneakily smiling at me.

There is hope
as I am thrown against the wall
his hands up high
between my legs.
We pray.
The paths are open.

I will see the small bed again
I will whisper to your Father
I will not protect him from desire
and he will learn faster
swifter
he will be smarter.
.through me.

He prays with me
kneeling
knowing nothing.