One Poem at a Time
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
An Atheist On A Date, Jesse Feinman
i kissed a girl
wearing a cross
around her neck
her lips didn’t taste
like church
but her hips
felt like god
i wonder what
her pastor would
have thought
i wonder if that
cross around her neck
meant more to me
than it does
to her.
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