you
yes YOU,
are heavenly.

You ARE  THE
wise and powerful Headmaster
carving your initials
in the foundation of
my school of rock,

YOU are the charter signature
who inks my magna carta. . .  
YOU have the gift that
tweaks MY zeal
like a hamster in heat
stuck on a fast spinning wheel,
shuddering & shaking fast
striking a most welcome resemblance to Bruce Willis' die hard sex appeal!
  
you are THE linguistic
THE genius that demands my
body learn a brand new
unlearn'd language...taking me for grant'd since heaven knows nobody but God can
understand it--

you, HEAVENLY you 
fill me with ellipses & diphthongs of guttural moaning, a chorus line’s tongue-tied-triple-time grand stand rapid-fire
show down baby every time
you go down baby…aye papEE

whew! who knew a love connection of decades could go so much
higher than a match-maker’s plan,
and it’s all because you are SO heavenly, & my spirit rejoices as my vessel uniting me and you,
my heaven-sent rocket man.
 

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