I wake up to
kiss the cross
and I whisper
to myself
"I still love you"
I go through
the day
absentmindedly
caressing the pendant
as I think of you
and
I clutch it
for comfort
whenever I am lonely...
Though others
may think
that rubbing
an elaborate rendering
of that upon which
god's only son
lay dying
brought me closer
to that religion-
it only represented
my numerous attempts
to maintain contact
with the spirit
of your love
I think not
of jesus
when I touch
that golden charm
but of your
long, curly, black
cascade
I see those
beautiful brown eyes
and sexily prominent
Native-American
facial features...
if not received
from You

I wouldn't
give a damn
about that crucifix
I worship no
religious icons-
just You and
the love we share

I would have
You
over any god...
any day