There was something about his face

A strange sort of sexuality not man , not woman

Integrated into something profound

A flower has no gender nor does chocolate

Yet the perfume of both sends you into rapture

Peace be with you , I kissed the priest full on the lips

Sorry I mumbled, not a problem , perfectly fine he’d say

They say the dead can’t dance but my friend I bet he’s waltzing his way

Into heaven calling on his friend Sister K when the time is ripe

I remember our walk in the forest to the old tree in winter

I could feel the tree spirits watching us and when we got to that big old tree I wrapped my arms

Around her and said a prayer to the angels of the unseen

It was sort of weird as I sat in the tiny chapel meditating on the crucible of light before me

Then…then , it came, my eyes open , a blue orb floating like jelly hovering over the light

I felt like saying something to this spirit but I didn’t I just sat there calm as day until suddenly

Everything

Dissolved.