366 Poems: December 5th, 2016

The Launch Pad

Love was waiting for me on the launch pad

with a garland of flowers in his hands.

Poised and ready, ready to fly

to the high heights owned by angels

and people on chemicals,

in the land where science and religion combine.

And I would’ve met him there

if only I had not been so afraid

of heights.

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