just a finger did surely suffice
a touch at conception,
did give me life
a Soul born in the belly of a sinner
seeded by a man filthy himself
you took two spirit's from a golden shelf
between the two
Heaven can wait
this will take some time
in a matrix of infinite choices
I will make mine.
Still holding on,
to your finger.
as I linger.
April 28, 2010. © Anthony James , All rights reserved