Love pulls on light; two eyes are made one,
Her temporal lobes sounding
To remember heaven’s fragrance
The colors of her people in jasper,
Such delicate handmade frost
Moving reams,
Light pulls on love, upon this dance
And she listens to the microscopic quivering prayers,
And she listens to salt savoring oceans
Inside empty cupboards, the dead are there
Anticipating her second-coming,
The waters’ of heaven, must roar
The waters’ of heaven, must stoke fires ajar
She must love me,
Listening
Krissy Mosley Ministries 
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