holy fuck.
what a beautiful place.
My kink is watching God
in your eyes
catch fire
from the inside.
Your pupils dilate
and I can feel
the entire cosmos
in green hues
and suddenly
I feel like I’m
drowning in truth
because somewhere
inside of you
I am too.
God split himself
in two sets of eyes
to experience the surprise
of being recognized.
We look at each other
like we’ve remembered something
we both can’t name
a language only
our souls can’t translate.
My goodness, the pure bliss
of not needing to disappear
the more I look,
the more I’m here.
I look at you.
You look at me.
What a beautiful place
for God
to be.


You are a true poet
Never stop writing, please
I cannot tell you how much I love this poem, Lauren. Wow. I mean it. Wow. I want to engrave this on my bedroom wall. I might just do that.